Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Raining Cats & Dogs
Monday, June 29, 2020
My Talking Fridge
I have a new fridge/freezer for my kitchen, courtesy of a Reviewer Rewards Program. It talks! Honestly! And this isn't a scene from the movie 'The Brave Little Toaster', where appliances have voices and feelings. This is real life.
Our old fridge/freezer was an upright model, squeezed into a tight spot in our kitchen. We had always struggled with the narrowness of the freezer opening on the left hand side, since the door was unable to open fully in the confined space. We had to tilt and maneuver things out very carefully (many’s the time the item dropped onto the tiled floor and cracked one of my storage containers). Replenishing ice trays and returning them to the freezer in their liquid state was a precarious operation. There was not enough width to get a rectangular casserole dish through the opening.The cold water and ice dispenser had not worked for at least 5 years. But, really, these were small inconveniences that didn't necessitate replacing the appliance in our eyes, when it was doing its essential job of keeping our food fresh. It was otherwise perfectly functional and in good running order.
Our usual preference is to have the freezer in the lower section, since that is less frequently accessed (a key factor for tall husbands), and makes scientific sense. So, when that option popped up on the reviewer rewards program last month, we were very excited to claim it. The dimensions were perfect for our limited space restrictions in our kitchen. This is a super luxury item, with way more bells & whistles than we would ever have contemplated buying for ourselves. And it didn't cost us anything!
It has a large screen on one door. When I saw my husband setting it up and familiarizing himself with the interface, I mocked that it was not a necessity and was really silly. Such excess embarrasses me.
Until ... I discovered that I can access and display my recipes on the large screen as I bake! Luxury in excess! (I still hold that this is not a necessity and I can do without it). I can play music from my fridge. I can check the weather. I can have a running grocery list, tailored for different stores. I can look up specials and coupons, and use the camera to see what’s inside my refrigerator without opening the door (except, I don't use that feature since I already have pictures in my mind of what's in my fridge). I get quite incensed when it tells me that my yogurt and milk are out of date and need to be replaced. I know better! The expiration date on the milk is next month!
It's doing a great job as a fridge/freezer, and it's so much easier to use in that little nook. The ice dispenser works - most of the time (it has already had a few hiccups). I’m skeptical about having so many extras running on a refrigerator, and wonder what the long-term reliability of the product will be. If the computer dies, will it still work as a fridge?
That is the question ...
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Saturday, June 27, 2020
A New Pespective
Thursday, June 25, 2020
A Walk in my Yard
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
My Milfoil Fight
Monday, June 22, 2020
A Thing of Beauty ...
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Friday, June 19, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Living a "Busy" Life
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Every Pizza's Different
Monday, June 15, 2020
I bashed through some undergrowth and brambles in my yard to get a close up of this beautiful Mapleleaf Viburnum blooming ...
... and have felt creepy, ticklish (as in TICK) ever since. I found 3 crawling on me, but they hadn't attached yet. While I was there, I noticed how pretty the Blackberry flowers are at the moment.
What Day is it?
Sunday, June 14, 2020
I think the oversight and concern that appeared in my dream might have been a blend of two issues that were on my mind yesterday. Number one: how to cope with my growing, and out-of-control hair that hasn't been cut since mid January. (Don't worry, I have a plan - YouTube, sharp scissors and a mirror).
Number two: I accidentally broke a part of our hose connection yesterday whilst using a wand attachment. I felt like such an idiot for not seeing the problem before it happened. I kept beating myself up, and was close to tears, for having been so clumsy. It was a small plastic connector that snapped inside the hose, nothing major. But I continued haranguing myself over the little incident, wishing I could undo my negligence. I just couldn't let it go.
So, maybe I dwelt a little too much on two very minor issues, which became embedded in my thoughts.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
I've found it useful and satisfying, as it has helped me stay connected with the extended family and friends we'd left behind when we emigrated. I’ve aimed at keeping my Facebook posts informative about my life, as a forum for sharing my personal experiences. It was similar to sending notes and updates on my life, though Facebook enabled me to reach a much wider network than letter writing could. The convenience of finding a platform through which I could “participate” in far-away loved ones’ lives has been a lifeline while forging a new life in a foreign country.
Lately, though, with the increased violence and polarization in our society, I’ve become disillusioned that Facebook has not had the guts to make a stand, and shut down hate speech and misinformation. I realize that one person’s withdrawal is not going to effect change in Facebook's policies and stance, but I no longer want to live with the feeling that I am indirectly supporting this social engine because it's convenient. It bothers me to continue using it without compunction. My conscience is troubling me.
It's alienating in many ways, to lose contact with people when we all take Facebook for granted as the de facto communication tool. It will be a sacrifice, but it has also prompted a spurt in creative energy for me. Hence, my blog!
And yes, I know how to unfollow and unfriend people on Facebook. That is not the point. For me, this is about the bigger issue of not-supporting a company that refuses to take a stand against hate.
Roses always remind me of my Mom. Though I'm not particularly fond of cultivated flowers, it's the association with her that makes them notable. This one was left behind by the previous homeowner, and now lives in a pot since it doesn't fit in with my Natives-Only garden theme.