Goodbye Stewart, Hello New Refrigerator

Stewart. That is the name of my old and broken refrigerator that came with the house. Stewart had an unattractive pastiness about him- with his cream colored exterior. He was a bit of a mess, crumbs strewn about his doorway seals (that weren't quite trustworthy), and fingerprints on everything in sight. He was also unreliable, pretending to be a fridge but in reality, functioning as a  freezer. I would put celery into the crisper, and Stewart would give me back green stringy popsicles next day. Stewart wasn't housebroken either. He peed on the floor constantly. Can I tell you how hard it is to eat a diet of numerous vegetables with a mutinous refrigerator? It is nigh unto impossible. Stewart was the worst, and as much as I wanted him to work out for economic reasons, he had to go.

The thing about replacing our refrigerator is that we also replaced the freezer that sat on top of him. The freezers name was Glenda. Glenda was not as problematic as the naughty box she sat on top of. She did her job, which is to keep things cold. But, we emptied her out, and our freezer now only has three ice trays. With Glenda's departure and the cleaning out the precluded her exit, we don't currently have ice cream in our house. That situation makes me feel uneasy. A house without ice cream is a difficult place to feel secure in. Who will console you after your kids go to bed? Who will "be there" to say sweet things after a particularly draining day?

I can't believe my great-grandparents lived in a world with "ice-boxes." Like, they replaced the ice in their little boxes so that they could have refrigeration. The milk-man brought milk every day in cute little glass bottles. Ice-cream in freezers wasn't a thing. I think of that and I realize what a spoiled brat I am. But, I usually have ice-cream to console myself with. I can fill my mouth with bite after bite of delicious cold goodness, and tell myself "It is OK to be a brat as long as you can eat ice-cream." And I am one of those people that keeps fudge toppings in the in the refrigerator. Oh! And peanuts in the cupboard. I also usually have bananas on the counter-top.

But, right now I don't have the ice cream. There is no external force to resist the pressures of life. Already, I feel myself crushing under the spoiled brattiness of myself, like a dying star collapsing under the gravitational pull of my mass.