I Confess. I’ve Cheated

It’s true. After 28 years of communing with, and feeling love every day, I found myself thinking about, and attracted to, another refrigerator.

After returning home from three months in San Diego, living with a stainless steel French door refrigerator, I found myself starting to think about French door refrigerators. I never intended to get serious. In fact there were things about that French door refrigerator that I didn’t like.

My refrigerator has been the best side-by-side partner, serving me well for all my cold storage needs. The freezer shelves are even wide enough to hold flat a tray or pizza, not tilted as most side-by-sides. And, in all that time I never had to make a service call! I love this refrigerator so much that there have been many times I actually said out loud to it “I love you.”

I felt that if I regularly sent love messages to it, from my heart, that it would stay healthy and be my side-by-side partner for many years. It must have worked. Everyone I talk to is astonished that it’s been working perfectly for 28 years!

But it knew something changed after San Diego. I wasn’t thinking anymore about how much I loved it. Instead I’ve been thinking about moving out of the house that I’ve lived in for 28 years. My lessening love was a crushing blow, the beginning of the end for my side-by-side.

Three days ago it began to show signs of illness. I spoke to it. I confessed that I had cheating thoughts and asked it’s forgiveness. I recited ho’oponopono to it and said I would always be faithful. It rallied for a short time but, alas, it was too late. My side-by-side is terminal.

It is a sad time. On Monday my kitchen love will be disconnected from life support and taken away with the embedded memories from it’s long shared life. Fortunately I will not be left alone. I have a shining new partner moving in Monday afternoon.

In homage to my daughter, Pinocchio will be moved to the new freezer.