My stove sits forlornly in the middle of the room. My heart has to do the work of what my head already knows...that I have to close one chapter before the next one can begin.
So I have to let go...
Goodbye old girl, it's been a slice. We've gotten to know each other's idiosyncrasies. I've accepted that you were never calibrated properly, that I couldn't trust your thermostat, and I accepted you just the way you are. You didn't complain about the times that smoke was pouring out of all your orifices. You worked hand in hand with the smoke detector that way. I only hope the next stove can achieve a similar level of team work. We've been on some grand culinary adventures but also some inedible epic failures. We're ruined some great pans together, you and I.
So I have to let go.....
Okay....I'm over it. And today? I got the best deal on a new stove!!!
Seriously!! Just don't tell the new stove how fickle I can be after 20 years.
You have gotten quite attached to the stove. Actually, we did as well. Although we parted company a little more unceremoniously. It is fun to get new appliances. May your bond with the new one be as tight as with the old one.
ReplyDeletemakes me almost feel guilty that I was not more attached to mine - poor thing, it is still standing out in the cold....
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