Cool to the New Fridge
Mister and I have been looking off and on at refrigerators for a while, but weren’t ready to commit to one. We aren’t impulse buyers. We research a product and then take months or years of fake shopping before we purchase a big item. However, a gleaming stainless steel number bedazzled us. It has sleek glass shelves and storage bins, French doors, bottom freezer, two icemakers, the option for cubed or crushed ice, and a filtered water dispenser. Mister was disappointed that the refrigerator couldn’t be delivered the next day. We missed the 5:00 pm cut off time. I didn’t care. We were getting a new fridge.
At home, we broke the good news to our daughter, the Ragazza. She said she was excited about the new fridge, but I noticed her eyes were glistening. She must be allergic to leaf mold. She left the room and came back with her camera. She snapped a picture of herself with the refrigerator. What’s going on? I asked her.
“I’m going to miss it,” she said. “It’s kept our stuff cold. It’s always been apart of our house.” She said this while stripping off a part of the door handle. As she scrambled out of the room, she sniffled, “I’m keeping this.”
Listening to her get choked up about the fridge made me start to feel bad about getting rid of it. It has always chugged along keeping our perishables edible, and now we are tossing it aside for something younger and flashier. Our worn fridge isn’t a supermodel. It’s twenty-three years old and it doesn’t have any reconstructive surgery. It’s just a plain side-by-side door, almond colored refrigerator that Mister and I bought at a scratch and dent store when we were starting our married life together. I can’t think about what it’s fate will be, maybe it can be recycled and live on.
The next day we anxiously awaited our new refrigerator. Of course, the delivery men arrived an hour late, the truck pulled up and accommodations were made to fit the larger unit through the front door. The movers were obviously tired, hot and cranky. Their irritation with each other resulted in constant bickering about the best way to move the refrigerators. Once, the moving men left we were able to enjoy our new addition.
I sent our Boy at college a picture so he wouldn’t think he stumbled into the wrong house when he comes home for a visit. Okay, actually the Ragazza sent the photo because that’s too complicated for me. The Boy’s reply, “Snazzy, but it’s sad the other refrigerator has been around my whole life.”
I honestly didn’t know my children were so sentimental about appliances. They didn’t express any sadness when we replaced the toaster. However, the toaster did die from natural causes. I guess they’re thinking we didn’t callously chuck it while it was still toasting. Well, they would adjust to the change and learn to appreciate the new fridge.
There was another member of the household that had an issue with the replacement, and that was our cat, Mac. Mac is skittish about most things on a daily basis, but the refrigerator frightened him. I believe he may suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. He hesitated before entering the kitchen and then slinked as far away from the refrigerator as he could to get to his food dish. Anytime we open the doors he jumps. I filled his bowl with water from the refrigerator dispenser with a couple of ice cubes and he acted like I was trying to poison him. I swear if he had his own personal food taster, he would of made him drink it first.
I love the new refrigerator. It’s a smooth operator and its energy efficient. I hope it lives a long, happy life.