Life Without a Microwave

I don't know what to write about anymore, so what's new? Don't cook much anymore, either. I got a book about discarding at the half price sale at the library bookstore yesterday, so I spent a lot of time getting rid of mail laying around in boxes, mostly fundraising mail, took two or three grocery bags to the dumpster, and it wore me out. Everything anymore seems to be such a huge ordeal. You can't just ignore these people. I mean you can, but if you really want to be rid of them it's next to impossible. You have to get on some list or other and I mean really, what a pain. I really don't want to complain but seriously, the nerve of these people sometimes. They actually have the nerve to print on the envelope (paraphrase because I threw it away) you are required to return this survey even if you didn't fill it out. What right have they to tell me that? What's this world coming to? The most annoying thing that happened lately is my microwave sparked again. It has done this a half a dozen times, but it has kept on working. By now, I'm beginning to worry about it. I don't want to start a fire in my apartment. So now I am eating a piece of cold chicken. I'm sure I'll manage, the thing is that is another huge ordeal, figuring out what to do with the old one. I've had it since 1994, probably, the year when my dad met Peggy, or maybe later, like when I moved to Topeka, I'm just thinking it was earlier. But it might have been in 2008 when I moved back here. Still, that's a lot longer than a microwave is supposed to last. They're only supposed to last 7-10 years, well, if I got it in 2008, that's seven plus 10 years, way past due to retire it. Anyway, some people are like, "Why don't you just put it out in front of the dumpster? People do that all the time." That is of course, in hopes that the solid waste workers will pick it up. It's too heavy for me to lift and put in the dumpster. Truth be told, it's really too heavy for me to move anywhere by myself. So, you know what that means. I'm going to have to get help to move it anywhere. Meanwhile, it's unplugged. I actually saw an article about the advantages of living without a microwave. I just read that microwaves just became affordable in 1967 making them household staples during the 1970s. That sounds about right. So, how did we live without microwaves? Well, that was when we lived a lot slower. I think I will enjoy trying out life without a microwave. It may possibly even take me back to the times I dream about when life was a little bit slower paced, you know what I mean? After I get my dear old one dealt with, I might just invest in a toaster oven, instead of a new microwave. Who knows? I already use a tea kettle to boil water, a skillet to cook in, an oven is still an option, and steaming vegetables on the stovetop is still possible. So, now I can turn this unfortunate turn of events into a new adventure. Who knows? I might even like it better.