Life's a Stitch

And more recently life’s a creative adventure with some travel thrown in.

First it was the washer and dryer, then the garbage disposal, now it’s the fridge that needs to be replaced. I usually buy the best I can afford, adhering to my father’s advice of quality before quantity. But I’m beginning to realize, that like cars, at the end of ten to fifteen years or so, even the more expensive model is nearly worthless.

I would like to justify a stainless steel cabinet looking fancy schmancy fridge, but thought it’s just not worth an additional $80 per year of refrigerator life expectancy for good looks. I opted for practicality and hit the Sears outlet store to find a helluva deal on a Jennair fridge with a tiny dent on the side. I got a taste of what I wanted – the handles are stainless steel. A high quality fridge at a low price, my kind of bargain. OK, so we have to raise the cupboard an inch so it can fit, but what price glory?

Problem solved, right? Not that easy. Upon examination of the specs we discovered that although it fit widthwise, the door won’t open a full 90 degrees, not to mention enough to remove the drawers for cleaning. Back to the drawing board.

It’s a trivial problem in the scheme of things. I’ve been following a knitting blog for a while and discovered that Max, a fellow knitter, is now blogging about his transition from life into death. He has been diagnosed with untreatable cancer at age 40. Puts things into perspective. Max’s candid posts are important lessons that remind me that dying is a part of living.

Here is a photo taken in Germany. Butterflies are often used as symbols of the transition from life to death to rebirth:

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2 responses to “Friggin frigerators and life lessons”

  1. Rosie Avatar
    Rosie

    Li, the scenery is lovely and your accommodations on or near the Baltic Sea look so inviting. I went to Saratoga, New York race track for a week of vacation. Betsy’s house is ten minutes from there. The best part was having a white tablecloth breakfast at seven AM and watching the racehorses work out. Our table was front and center and we got to see some of the owners chatting with their trainers. We also took a terrific, free behind the scenes tour. I broke even and maybe came out ahead when betting time came. (Remember Bob Quinn and our track days.) Ann Marie and her husband Frank, (Who I get along great with) went out to dinner and Ricky, Steven and their kids came up for part of the time. Betsy is only 40 minutes from Lake George but this time I didn’t have time to get up there. Tony came up for three nights and really likes it up there. Betsy’s house is gorgeous and only a year or so old. We wish we could afford a vacation house up there. But with Pat in college and Jamie starting college next year, it would be too much.
    Rosie

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  2. Karen Avatar

    Ugh! Another appliance bit the dust? Isn’t it depressing how something is always breaking and needing reparing or replacing? So sorry!

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