Of Obsolesence Planned and Unplanned

One must ( I suppose) expect such things to happen from time to time, but a number of household appliances seem to be on their way out this week and ready to embrace the void, if not having already done so - they are requiring almost constant coddling, attention and encouragement to perform their appointed tasks.  In some cases, the aforesaid electrical beasties are refusing to do anything at all, let alone their rightfully appointed work.

First up is this computer which has just been through a drastic bit of cleansing, dusting out and reconfiguring.  Then there is my favorite old coffee maker which refuses to make coffee or anything else for that matter.  Last but not least, there is the refrigerator which has taken to dishing out warm and balmy airs rather then keeping our vegetables and rice milk cool and comfortable.

Rather than heading off to the woods and the fields this morning, we are here waiting for refrigerator repair technicians to turn up and restore our cherished old harvest yellow icebox. This is an almost unheard-of situation on a Sunday morning when we are usually on our way into the highlands with bags of wild bird food and nosh for the deer.  The refrigeration technicians are fascinated by the fact that we want to fix the old "frig" rather than just throwing it out and acquiring a shiny new one. We, on the other hand, dislike the idea of making a major contribution to landfill and are sticking to our guns.

Here I sit, if not completely obsolete myself this morning, then as puckered as a prune and certainly well on my way.  There is latte in my cup, a little Mozart on the Bose, now and then a ray of pale sunlight slanting through the window. The various unfortunate household situations notwithstanding, it's all good.