We’re basically the same height, so if something is up too high she is more likely to get it herself because she knows I don’t do heights well (“heights” = any time my head goes over tiptoe elevation). For jars, if I’m standing right there she’ll hand it to me (her arthritis is getting more annoying) but otherwise we have lid openers in the drawer. She appreciates me because I can cook, I appreciate her because she has no problem grabbing a screwdriver and pliers and going at a hardware problem. 🛠