Wednesday, April 27, 2005
When Hell freezes over
I like to try to look at life's symbolism with the eyes of understanding, but sometimes the understanding gets clouded over by the question, "exactly WHAT does that symbolize?" Perhaps the emphasis should be on a different word, "exactly what does THAT symbolize?" We live in a hotel, have I mentioned that before? Living in a hotel is not easy, but living in THIS hotel is decidedly incompatible with my normal way of life. We have what we need, a roof, food, toilet, blah, blah, blah...yeah, yeah, yeah...but it would be nice to be able to HAVE. What I mean by HAVE is all that stuff that one doesn't really need to survive, but what one gets because one likes it, or simply wants to have it.
One of the HAVEs that I would currently like in my life would be a real refrigerator. (Unfortunately, in order for us to have a real refrigerator, we would need to get an apartment). Recently, the small 1.5 cubic foot "college beer fridge" that we are using as an icebox for what little food we are able to put into it has been acting up. In actuality, it has probably acted up since long before we got here, but it is being a royal pain in the ice for us of late. We have been keeping it on a medium setting as that has been appropriate for keeping the food cold while the freezer stays frozen. However, it started NOT freezing anything at all. We found this out when we brought home a 12 pack box of frozen fudgsicles which the first day had to be eaten quickly as they melted as soon as you started eating them. On the second day, we had to put them into a bowl. By the third day, they were dripping all over the cheese in the rest of the fridge and making brown puddles at the bottom. So, we put the temperature at a colder setting thinking that that would do the trick and we'd have done with the issue. Nope. If there's one thing I have found about life, and humor, it's that the two go hand in hand, and nothing...I mean it...NOTHING... can just be done simply and let go at that! Everything in the refrigerator froze. Everything, that is, except the freezer. Upon opening the fridge to discover this unsavory situation, I rolled my eyes heavenward and shut the fridge door. Okay. That's the way you want it Frosty, that's the game we'll play. So, we are stuck with a stupid 1.5 cubic foot ice machine and the wish that someday we will come to an understanding with our appliances.
Back to the symbolism of life subject. This problem is one of those problems where I ask myself, "Exactly what does THIS symbolize?" As I sit here typing, as I have sat staring at the fridge before this, I am not sure I can come up with an answer for this one. And I usually have an answer for everything being a know-it-all. Perhaps someday, when I am fast asleep, I will figure it out and sit straight up in bed proclaiming, "That's IT!" But, for now, I will simply have to be content with the knowledge that I don't know everything, and I can't fix everything, and sometimes the fridge just goes on the blink without any explanation at all.
One of the HAVEs that I would currently like in my life would be a real refrigerator. (Unfortunately, in order for us to have a real refrigerator, we would need to get an apartment). Recently, the small 1.5 cubic foot "college beer fridge" that we are using as an icebox for what little food we are able to put into it has been acting up. In actuality, it has probably acted up since long before we got here, but it is being a royal pain in the ice for us of late. We have been keeping it on a medium setting as that has been appropriate for keeping the food cold while the freezer stays frozen. However, it started NOT freezing anything at all. We found this out when we brought home a 12 pack box of frozen fudgsicles which the first day had to be eaten quickly as they melted as soon as you started eating them. On the second day, we had to put them into a bowl. By the third day, they were dripping all over the cheese in the rest of the fridge and making brown puddles at the bottom. So, we put the temperature at a colder setting thinking that that would do the trick and we'd have done with the issue. Nope. If there's one thing I have found about life, and humor, it's that the two go hand in hand, and nothing...I mean it...NOTHING... can just be done simply and let go at that! Everything in the refrigerator froze. Everything, that is, except the freezer. Upon opening the fridge to discover this unsavory situation, I rolled my eyes heavenward and shut the fridge door. Okay. That's the way you want it Frosty, that's the game we'll play. So, we are stuck with a stupid 1.5 cubic foot ice machine and the wish that someday we will come to an understanding with our appliances.
Back to the symbolism of life subject. This problem is one of those problems where I ask myself, "Exactly what does THIS symbolize?" As I sit here typing, as I have sat staring at the fridge before this, I am not sure I can come up with an answer for this one. And I usually have an answer for everything being a know-it-all. Perhaps someday, when I am fast asleep, I will figure it out and sit straight up in bed proclaiming, "That's IT!" But, for now, I will simply have to be content with the knowledge that I don't know everything, and I can't fix everything, and sometimes the fridge just goes on the blink without any explanation at all.
