“Find out who you are. And do it on purpose.” ~ Dolly Parton
There must be something really wrong with me for swooning over a refrigerator. That an everyday appliance could be looked upon with deep affection is so strange to me, and yet, I find myself smiling at it every time I walk past it as if it is alive. When I got home from work yesterday I stood staring at it for the longest time. I’d open the doors and giggle, then step back and stare at it again. I positioned it just so between my director’s finger-square, squinting one eye for authenticity, smiling, smiling, smiling. I even introduced it to Wally, “Look Wally. It’s our new fridge!” As if he cares. I don’t think I’ve ever owned a brand new fridge before. I always rented a place to live and they came with appliances. When I bought this house, it, too, came with a fridge. This baby is not just a refrigerator, though. It makes crushed ice (my favorite) and it dispenses water. All the controls are computerized. I did find it a bit odd, however, that the instructions said “Do not put food in your refrigerator for 24 hours as it may spoil.” Am I supposed to have two? I didn’t get that memo. Who’s got that kind of money and space? I had to virtually deconstruct the kitchen to get in. The overhead cabinet was taken down, the doors taken off (then put back on), and the quarter-round removed from the floor to squeeze it in. I couldn’t have two refrigerators if I had to. In any case, I don’t need two refrigerators now that I’ve got this bad boy. I’m so thankful that I no longer have to keep a container inside to catch the water, or forget to change it when it’s full and find food ruined by a flood. A working fridge is nothing to take for granted. I might have just reached a new level of dorkness, but daggone it, I’m grateful! Squeeeeee!