More countertop space!! Who knew more countertop space could make someone so happy. Oh wait, and sad at the same time?? I recently purchased a new over-the-oven microwave and was over-the-moon with anticipation about all the new countertop space I would now have once I give my old microwave the heave-ho. Hmmm… what should I put there? I could get a glorious new spice rack or a ronco rotisserie or a any ronco gadget that I will be tired of in a week or I could just put all the stuff that used to be piled on top of the microwave there… the decisions…
Well over the weekend, my husband installed the new microwave (yes- he’s that handy) and I was more than happy to move the old one into the garage like the worn out thing it was. (of course, after dinner) Later that night, I went into the garage for something and noticed the microwave sitting there – just tossed out like a piece of junk. Just thrown there like we hadn’t used it every single day since my children were born. A very strange sadness, a guilty feeling really, came over me. How could I so carelessly get rid of something that had given my children sustenance over the last three years? I heated water for their baby bottles, heated up their cereal when they were big enough to start eating, heated up their baby food when they were old enough to know the difference between strained carrots and peas, heated up their hot dogs (all natural, no-nitrate, no anti-biotics but still hot dog hot dogs), and even heated up an art project or two. Ever since books like the Velveteen Rabbit and movies like Toy Story, I can’t quite think of an inanimate object as it is- not alive. Oh and that Ikea commercial with the lamp has only fueled the strange thought I’m having over feeling bad about getting rid of my microwave. Well I’m getting over it- I have to be or else I’m just plain weird. So in order to get over it, I thought I should properly recognize and thank my microwave (still weird though) for everything it did for us.
You will never know how much we appreciate all the heating you did for us. Without recognition, you zapped everything on demand and never complained when your insides looked like a war-zone. 2 am, 4 am, whatever the time- you didn’t make us feel bad- you just churned out some warm milk for our crying kids. We hope you enjoy the new friends you will meet in our attic – there are lots there who know the woes of a product gone useless- meet our tiny bathtub, our infant car seat, our stroller frame- we loved them all as much as we loved you but when it’s over, it’s over. Thanks for everything you did to make our life easier. Now it’s time to enjoy retirement.
Warmly, The Lebresco’s