How crazy is it that I am starting to get emotional over inanimate objects? I blame it on the Pandemic. A new refrigerator arrived today. I never actually gave the fridge a thought, with the exception of wishing it didn’t have that “convenient” water dispenser on the front. An eyesore and waste in my opinion. But even that was rarely noticed or thought about. Odd that I was sadder to see the old one go, rather than joyful about a spanking new, gleaming replacement. But then I always feel bad for the losing team.
Now I think of it as losing a faithful old friend and who knows what this new stranger will be? It doesn’t seem to wear magnets with the stylish grace of the old one. Before I could affix them, I had to pry off a warning that the sides would be warm because of the cooling system. A manufacturer’s warm turns out to be a consumer’s red hot. Sticking magnets on the sides, as I intended, could be a fire hazard. Is placing them all on the front too cluttered? I was reminded of an old comic where the refrigerator door fell off due to the weight of too many magnets.
Nothing looks at home inside – everything residing on, or in, strange shelves and drawers. There’s a little computer panel on the front. I’ll have to read the booklet to understand this new language. My old friend only had to be plugged in and adjusted via a little dial.
On the other hand, there’s no water dispenser. And so far, I haven’t even heard a whisper out of it. I need to give it some time to settle in, but right now I’m not sure how I feel about this new stranger in the house.
You could have been an animator!
Thanks!