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Here we go again!
It's time was up this morning. I guess 20 years was a pretty good run. At first it sounded jammed after having processed some orange peel, so I took out my trusty 1x2 stick to give it an encouraging nudge. But then the switch fell silent and I realized that the disposal's life had ground to a halt. As I look around my equally aged kitchen, with the fiber board drawers that now release a fine dust of wood pulp on the unsuspecting items below, the cracked countertop tiles, the decaying grout, the bulging cabinets -- I wonder. Could this be the domestic gods giving me silent (literally) permission to finally pursue the new cabinets and counters I've secretly coveted for years? Is this what my father's small inheritence was meant to create?
Stay tuned for the next chapter when we learn whether or not I have the stomach for such a huge purchase...
Stay tuned for the next chapter when we learn whether or not I have the stomach for such a huge purchase...