Of Cats and Coffee Pots
In every failed relationship, I keep the cat and lose the coffee pot. I’m sure this says more about me than tea leaves. Perhaps that I’m attached to living creatures, but not appliances. Or that I’m such a veteran of failed relationships that I have a an obvious pattern. Or maybe that I break up with irresponsible men who hate cats and love coffee.
Orange Cat
Right.
My current appliance mishap involves the microwave. It has decided not to work. I think I mentioned this. It hangs over the stove, which is good for counter space, but not so good for reaching. We balked when we bought it. If I remember correctly, the hanging microwaves cost four times as much as the ones that sit on the counter and you have to install them. wtf?
My thought is to bring home Grandmas microwave, put the old hood back above the stove, and call it a day. I wonder if DH will disagree.
Grandma also had a convection oven, which is seriously cool. Having both the microwave, and the convection oven left her with enough counter space for one tiny cutting board. Which is slightly less than the space we’ll have left if we bring both of them home. Alas, I am still awaiting the legal stuff to be resolved.
I dislike inertia.
In my latest attempt at crafting myself sane, I made a shopping bag today. Grandma had wanted me to make her an apron out of this fabric. It has a very French Country look to it. But I was working and had no time. Then when I wasn’t working, she wasn’t cooking anymore. The bag reminds me of her. She carried one with her way back before it was cool. French women don’t carry gauche plastic bags.
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There’s a country song with the line, “Take your cat and leave my sweater…”
For some reason I thought of it when I read the first part of this post.
We had a good time yesterday!
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I had a cheap metal shelf I used for the microwave, etc. in my college apt that had approx enough countertop space for one cutting board period. It worked well, and I could move the shelf around as needed.
I always took everything in my dysfuntional endings, normally because I was sooo pissed. I still have boxers and undershirts, even a watch I think. I really should go to Goodwill.
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Marne, I like that song. But I had forgotten about it until I just read your reply. How appropriate.
We had fun too. And we love the leg warmers.
Liz, I had sort of a scorched earth policy. I generally took what fits in a car, or two suitcases, and had some charity back up a truck and take absolutely everything else that belonged to me and only me away. Then I left the state, or even the country.
I would say it was pretty much the opposite of being so pissed that you take everything mindlessly, more like an emotional vacuum.