This is my refrigerator,
& I'm sure by now you've noticed that it's smaller then the average bear.....
or typical American refrigerator.
& here is why---->
I had a larger version, that mostly fit, but not well.
There was much cabinet rearranging to make it fit,
& it was heavy enough it took several large men to maneuver it into place.
After nearly 4 years it died.
RIP.
During one of the hottest summers in the history of forever.
When the A/C also went over to the other side.
mkay?
I was hot & tired
& lacking in large men to maneuver.
& really felt called to use the rearranged cabinets
I couldn't reach over the top of another flat
& inevitably cluttered surface.
I. WAS.OVER. IT
We've (& by WE, I mean I) have been making a point of trying to live purposefully.
& I realized as I was cleaning out a large
& no longer cold refrigerator,
how much extra 'stuff'' we (& by we, I mean I)
had accumulated.
Enter my fun size fridge-et.
I can both maneuver & reach over it.
It also forces us ( & by us, I mean me, the grocery shopper)
to be thoughtful about what is bought & kept.
No more very new cheese or very old meat lurking in the corners.
It's about big enough for milk, butter & our veg.
not much room for excess.
I was previously, & still am, in possession of a lovely, big pantry & a chest freezer.
You'd be surprised what you can freeze...
& because it's in the basement & frozen
I don't have to worry about the
bottomless pits called pre-teen boys
snatching whatever they can find.
Starving as they might be.....they don't hunt. They scavenge.
I do miss my ice maker, but not so much that I want to step in puddles of melting ice, abandoned by the same boys,
who can also not bring themselves to bend over
pick up dropped ice.
Such is life outside the box.
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