I might get emotionally attached to a favorite shirt or coat , but I’m not one of those , I think , who gets attached to appliances . Some people have , evidently , a favorite blender or toaster or coffee maker . They just love it ! When the poor things finally give up the ghost , I suppose that the good-bye can be very traumatic . It might be somewhat like the passing of an old friend .
I’m not that attached to my appliances . There was one old mixer that I insisted we keep well beyond it’s usefulness , though . I was kind of waiting until I could bring myself to spend the money to buy a new one ; but I could never justify spending the three hundred or so bucks that it would cost . Oh , but I’d get bread hooks with it to knead the dough ! It would have come in real handy . But we don’t have a big enough place for one of those , anyway . So , I wasn’t as much attached to the old mixer as pretty much dreaming of a better one .
And , if I were to develop a rapport with an appliance , I don’t think it would be the refrigerator . Refrigerators are the taken-for-granted beasts-of-burden up against the wall in our kitchens . We stuff our food in them , pile various things on top of them , and stick all kinds of things to their outsides . We use them all the time , but only really notice them when the power goes out and we have to wonder how long the food inside will last .
Ada and I have been discussing buying a new refrigerator for some time now . She wanted the kind with what they call French doors , and she wanted a pull-out freezer on the bottom . Fine with me , except that I hate spending money on a new one when the old one still works . That’s why we have been discussing the subject for some time .
I’m the type of guy —- well , I have a pair or socks that I bought in 1984 . I bought three or four pairs at the time and over the intervening years some of them wore out , some of them the dryer ate , I guess . Now I am down to two socks . I doubt they were originally a pair , but they don’t seem to mind their replacement partner . I like to keep things as long as possible . I haven’t got Ada’s sense of style . She’d rather be up-to-date . Out with the old , and in with the new .
We were visiting one of my sisters recently . She is renting a house that has only one of those tiny refrigerators , the kind that fits, if you put them in carefully , two six-packs and , maybe , a package or hot dogs . Not much else . And the freezer might as well not pretend to be one : room only for one small ice cube tray ; and whether or not it actually ever freezes is questionable . My sister was desperate for a bigger one.
So Ada announced to my sister that we were buying a new refrigerator and that my sis could have ours .
All of a sudden we were under pressure to shop for a new one . ” Some time ” had suddenly compressed into ” we need to buy one now”. We found one and bought one . A black one . Slightly smaller than the one we had . French doors . Pull-out freezer on the bottom .
My sister lives four hours away . How to get her the refrigerator ? I don’t have a truck . She doesn’t have a truck . Turns out her landlord has a truck and he happened to be coming down our way last weekend and he volunteered to haul the beast up north . He showed up early Monday morning at the door .
I do have a refrigerator dolly . That made life easy . Why I have that is another story . I got it at a garage sale when I lived in Hollywood about the time I bought the socks . Another thing that seems like I’ve had it forever . They make better ones now , lighter and more maneuverable . I sent mine up with the landlord , with the refrigerator , on a ” borrow only ” basis . Ada said that the shopping for a new one will be on me . She’s convinced I’ve seen the last of the old one . She was shaking her head and frowning when I told her how much new ones would probably cost .
I don’t miss the old refrigerator . We’ve had it around for about twenty years . I don’t remember buying it . It served us well . I didn’t realize how many refrigerator magnets we had stuck onto it . We had advertising magnets from real estate companies long since out of business . There was one magnet with Ada and I photographed in New Orleans . That was a long time ago . There were magnet-attached recipes we’ve never ever used , the paper yellowed and curling .
Ada asks me : ” Don’t you love our new refrigerator ? ” Well , I’d have to think about that question before I commit to an answer . I’d have to mull it over for some time . Love might be too strong of a word .