Everyday I walk into the kitchen and look at blank space.
That is the place where my microwave use to be. There was a lightning storm in it, and I decided to unplug it. There is no need to burn the house down when I'm simply trying to reheat a bowl of collard greens, you see.
But there's that blank space. And it's been that way for the past month.
I'm not whining about it. I just want the same microwave that I had. It was a good one, lasting close to 10 years. I don't use a microwave as much as most people do, but I liked having it around. I found the one I like, but the place (where I bought the last one) is out of them.
"They are on order."
There were none in the warehouse.
I've gone back some three times, the last being over the Memorial Day weekend. It's a good 25 miles away, and I said that if I happen to be down that way, I'd look in.
Not only do they not have the microwaves. They aren't even in the warehouse. They are still waiting on them from China, I suppose.
Which leads me to one conclusion.
I love my blank space.
I have figured out how to heat up my food on the stove. I have a convection countertop oven that I rarely use, so I have figured all that out.
There is no need for the microwave. And sense I can't get the very one I want, why don't I just not get one at all?
Yes. That's the answer.
My food tastes better if I don't zap it anyways. And I can't remember the last time I've had one of those microwave dinners that require a microwave. I don't eat hot pockets, etc. I eat more fresh fruit and vegetables. I like a lot of raw stuff.
And like I said, it's been a month. So why in the world should I even buy a new microwave? Hmm.
I'll revisit this high class problem at the end ot the year.
I will stare at the... blank space.
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