Its got an attitude. The old one broke down last week and we called in the trusty Sears repair man. He apparently had a little chuckle and estimated the age of the oven to be between 30 to 40 years. Parts hadn't been made for that model for years...heck, decades. So, since I can't stand the thought of an ovenless kitchen (I've got bread rising right now) we gathered up the kids and made the trek to the local retail outlet. And bought a shiny white oven that was most probably made in the 21st century.
And then it got delivered and placed in the kitchen. And it looked around from its new vantage point and sighed. There is clearly no one else it can relate to here in the Sage-Martinson kitchen. Every other appliance is decades older and the oven just has nothing to say to them. It hasn't even tried. Just sits there in its shiny white glory, quietly mocking the dreary kind-of-white fridge with its faux-wood handle and sweaty sides. It gloats at the 'new' used dishwasher, clearly aware of its checkered, transitory past. And I know it would shrug off the mottled old teapot if it could. Its sense of disdain at having to have that mongrel on its lovely surface is palatable. We'll give it some time and see if it comes around...but for right now we all cut it a wide path, keeping our eyes lowered because of the glare, hoping that some day it will accept its place here in the lowly Sage-Martinson kitchen.
Imagine what it would be thinking if it ever got a peak in our basement! Down there the combined appliance age must be over 2 centuries- most of those years attributed to the TV.
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