When one lives to be 100 years of age, their life is celebrated. Very few humans reach 100 years of age. I certainly don't see myself as the guest of honor at one of those celebrations. Humans come and go just like all things on this earth do. Every thing and everybody has a life expectancy. Some things last longer than they are suppose to but sooner or later everything comes to an end.
The week before Christmas my 24 year old Microwave finally sent out it's obituary. Twenty four years is an extremely long time in the life of an electrical appliance. The appliance had been causing me trouble for awhile but I always got it running. This week when it would not work I had had enough and began beating the hell out of it. As you can see, after administering the beating I was able to stick my hand through the Microwave's closed door. Guess it did the only thing it could and kept it's clock running the whole time I was punching it. If it could talk it's probably saying "you can't kill me". For a few days I sat around looking at the Microwave with the smashed face and it's clock that wouldn't die then ordered a new Microwave. In two days a new $38 microwave arrived and took it's place.
I'm old enough to remember the world before Microwaves. We get so spoiled with the comforts of life and a microwave is certainly one of those comforts. This week I had to bring out the old Kitchen Matches , heating everything up on top of the stove or in the oven. It's been a very long time since I've had to boil water for coffee using a pot on top of the stove and heating leftovers in the oven. The sad part is I didn't even have to buy a box of Kitchen matches, I already had them. What does that say about me? Keeping a box of those strikers around all these years has got to be just as much a record as a Microwave living to the ripe old age of 24.
Merry Christmas to all who read Laywell's Lamp this year. Hope 2017 was as kind to you as it was to me. Just remember, if your Microwave decides to stop working right in the middle of heating up that leftover Christmas ham, a box of Kitchen Matches is ready to help as fast as you can strike a match.
The week before Christmas my 24 year old Microwave finally sent out it's obituary. Twenty four years is an extremely long time in the life of an electrical appliance. The appliance had been causing me trouble for awhile but I always got it running. This week when it would not work I had had enough and began beating the hell out of it. As you can see, after administering the beating I was able to stick my hand through the Microwave's closed door. Guess it did the only thing it could and kept it's clock running the whole time I was punching it. If it could talk it's probably saying "you can't kill me". For a few days I sat around looking at the Microwave with the smashed face and it's clock that wouldn't die then ordered a new Microwave. In two days a new $38 microwave arrived and took it's place.
I'm old enough to remember the world before Microwaves. We get so spoiled with the comforts of life and a microwave is certainly one of those comforts. This week I had to bring out the old Kitchen Matches , heating everything up on top of the stove or in the oven. It's been a very long time since I've had to boil water for coffee using a pot on top of the stove and heating leftovers in the oven. The sad part is I didn't even have to buy a box of Kitchen matches, I already had them. What does that say about me? Keeping a box of those strikers around all these years has got to be just as much a record as a Microwave living to the ripe old age of 24.
Merry Christmas to all who read Laywell's Lamp this year. Hope 2017 was as kind to you as it was to me. Just remember, if your Microwave decides to stop working right in the middle of heating up that leftover Christmas ham, a box of Kitchen Matches is ready to help as fast as you can strike a match.
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