something standing in a house
eight years unmoving
should be family–
we all have those people
we cannot move easily,
stubbing toes
sometimes on their hard edges
& them without the grace or ability
to apologize for it (in fairness,
it was our toes kicking them
after all)
either way
something should be said
about the fridge dying
besides a bitter complaint
that the beer is warm as piss
as the scrapper wheels the corpse
out the door, like maybe
thanks for all the ice cream
love this susan. even though it hinges on the fridge i can certainly see how it hinges on past scenarios as well.
🙂 thanks, Don! This was fun.
btw…i did find out a bit about my sister n laws treatment. i don’t actually know the full protocol, but for one day a week it is 42 on the chemo. the obvious nausated feeling and not being able to sleep. as to the 42 does that say much?
Unfortunately, not–but I do wish her the best–brutal stuff–but the cancer is worse–just by a millimeter or two, but still worse. You and your family are in my thoughts/prayers.
thanx a bunch. eventually i’ll have to text my bro.
Good byes are never easy!
Hee hee–no they are not!
I would feel sad to bid my fridge good bye after reading this !!!
…I did thank it for the ice cream, but did groan about the beer…
Susan, the opening 3 lines — Love! Cool requiem
😉 thanks!
delightful and yet my condolences… ugh. Not something I would want to replace.
Thanks, my friend😉
Doing the lazy replacement thing for the moment, and “borrowing” a fridge from a friend–they had one in the basement. This way I can gift myself with a matching stove & fridge in January…
smart move!
thanks–I thought that was the path of least resistance.
Lament of the unappreciated fridge. I love it. And now a song shapes in my head with remade lyrics, David Bowie singing, ‘Beer’s so warm…’ http://youtu.be/tehxpASuIic
LOL! Thanks–new/old fridge is here…
Nice, funny I seem to be one of those weird people who prefer not to have the beer in the fridge🙂
Actually–I used beer as a smidge of creativity–all I have in there right nor is pear cider and Diet Pepsi–neither worked as well as beer in the poem😉
I like the humor and the love here. Fridges are part of the family. . . we really do depend on them. And I think they can be missed.🙂
Jeremy–thanking you. They should certainly be missed, for all the work they do😉
Love this one. I’ve been without a deep freezer for over a year now because it died on me and after several repairs, I gave up.🙂
Oh–I bet you miss it, too!