First it was the washer and dryer, then the garbage disposal, now it's the fridge that needs to be replaced. I usually buy the best I can afford, adhering to my father's advice of quality before quantity. But I'm beginning to realize, that like cars, at the end of ten to fifteen years or so, even the more expensive model is nearly worthless.
I would like to justify a stainless steel cabinet looking fancy schmancy fridge, but thought it's just not worth an additional $80 per year of refrigerator life expectancy for good looks. I opted for practicality and hit the Sears outlet store to find a helluva deal on a Jennair fridge with a tiny dent on the side. I got a taste of what I wanted - the handles are stainless steel. A high quality fridge at a low price, my kind of bargain. OK, so we have to raise the cupboard an inch so it can fit, but what price glory?
Problem solved, right? Not that easy. Upon examination of the specs we discovered that although it fit widthwise, the door won't open a full 90 degrees, not to mention enough to remove the drawers for cleaning. Back to the drawing board.
It's a trivial problem in the scheme of things. I've been following a knitting blog for a while and discovered that Max, a fellow knitter, is now blogging about his transition from life into death. He has been diagnosed with untreatable cancer at age 40. Puts things into perspective. Max's candid posts are important lessons that remind me that dying is a part of living.
Here is a photo taken in Germany. Butterflies are often used as symbols of the transition from life to death to rebirth: