This Fridge
How it came into my life, I don’t really remember.
Someone, somewhere down the line didn’t want it anymore, I suppose, and we said “SURE !”
It sat in the garage until the day Husband decided it would serve us well if he jimmy rigged this and adjusted that and PRESTO
It’s home is right outside our back door.
We call it the Porch Fridge now, but believe me, Beer Fridge it was dubbed and beer fridge it became
& man oh man, if that guy could talk
wooo weeee
So many times family, friends gathered with nothing else on their mind but love and fun.
Sitting around the fire pit.
Kicking back, music cranked, telling tales.
The laughter, the joy,
& anytime someone would stand up, a ‘hey, could you grab me a beer?’
& how about all the food we’ve crammed into that loyal appliance ?
It’s known as the leftover hider too.
“put it in the porch fridge, I think there’s room out there’
Thanksgiving
Christmas
Easter
Fourth of July
Always with an overflow of YUM, saved until tomorrow because tomorrow we’d all be back, enjoying each other’s company, once again.
& ooooh, how I love those stickers,
not only because I’m a sucker for stickers but, just look at them.
That’s a walk down a wonderful lane, right there.
Reminders of everything, really.
Elementary school, I love America ! Chicago Bears, Little League.
Forever attached with a, “Hey Mom, here’s a sticker !!” and a ! YaY !
I LOVE STICKERS.
I’ll be revving up this extremely loyal friend of mine, any day now.
Mother Nature has handled his brrrr through the cold months but, it’s Spring dude !! time to wake up !
& every year as I hear his hum and feel that coolness tumbling out I think, ‘DANG, I sure do love this fridge”.
I’m kinda, sorta thinking that he loves us too.
🙂