The new fridge has become the new frontier.
Keep in mind that for years, we had got by with one of those “frat-fridges.” You know. The kind you keep in your dorm-room, to tide you over in the middle of the night. Our old frat-fridge finally lay down and died.
Now there is not a whole lot of choice, here in America, between a frat-fridge and something straight out of Detroit . . . .
photo by Christer Johansson
But I managed. Marked down, last of its kind, minus dairy-door.
Here it is, in all its glory.
Barney is feeling the call of the inevitable. Yes, that’s him lurking back there.
Yes, Barney, it is one heck of a long way down.
Yes, Barney, you have a very winsome profile.
Are you having second thoughts?
No second thoughts. Just thinking about what next has to get scraped off this thing. (The cake plate and photo of my nieces were the first to go.)
This was just before he pushed the silver trash-container out of the way. It landed with a tremendous crash, just inches away from my computer. Blocked the view, you see.
Just hope he doesn’t do that with my mother’s hand-thrown pot.
Update, taken just after posting: