On Sunday, I told Jeff, “I wanna to get rid of the microwave”...that was... before the week started. Before the chaos of my demanding Q boys that causes my tea to cool before I've even had one sip. The last 3 days have forced the realization that the microwave is currently a glorious invention. It heats up my tea a hundred times a day, it warms my mediocre lunches, taunts me when I haven't thought ahead about dinner and warms my bucky bag to soothe my aching muscles at bedtime.
So I know its toxic, circulating harmful fumes and radiation and I do love the idea of trashing it - but it's sanity saving in the House of Q. Some days it feels as if it's the only one of my reliable friends in my cozy 1960s kitchen. Sure there's the oven; an apartment sized cube that sits 24 inches wide, accommodating 1 pizza pan at a time. Then there's the portable dishwasher- affectionately not named! Loaded to the gills 1-2 times a day; it requires manoeuvring to hook up and run.
Now I can’t leave out the single sized sink and on-the-fritz kettle- these two devices are necessary evils serving to complicate most moments during my day. Yep! I wish I had a million dollars! I would renovate the life out of this awesome 1960s get up and lay down some sweet new bamboo flooring, stainless steel appliances and a countertop of the most state of the art material I can find. I'd also trade in my iced-up aluminum slider kitchen window for one that I can see out of. I get frost bite standing too close to it i.e., doing the dishes.
So you might’ve guessed the kitchen is on the house renovation list but a new faucet doesn’t help our New Zealand budget and so today I’m embracing it and … patting the microwave on the side, whispering sweetly; “Thank you friend for the warm drink!” and I think to myself: You’ll be around for another day.
So I know its toxic, circulating harmful fumes and radiation and I do love the idea of trashing it - but it's sanity saving in the House of Q. Some days it feels as if it's the only one of my reliable friends in my cozy 1960s kitchen. Sure there's the oven; an apartment sized cube that sits 24 inches wide, accommodating 1 pizza pan at a time. Then there's the portable dishwasher- affectionately not named! Loaded to the gills 1-2 times a day; it requires manoeuvring to hook up and run.
Now I can’t leave out the single sized sink and on-the-fritz kettle- these two devices are necessary evils serving to complicate most moments during my day. Yep! I wish I had a million dollars! I would renovate the life out of this awesome 1960s get up and lay down some sweet new bamboo flooring, stainless steel appliances and a countertop of the most state of the art material I can find. I'd also trade in my iced-up aluminum slider kitchen window for one that I can see out of. I get frost bite standing too close to it i.e., doing the dishes.
So you might’ve guessed the kitchen is on the house renovation list but a new faucet doesn’t help our New Zealand budget and so today I’m embracing it and … patting the microwave on the side, whispering sweetly; “Thank you friend for the warm drink!” and I think to myself: You’ll be around for another day.