Oh, I know, I know. We are supposed to keep our refrigerators clutter-free so that our kitchen looks organized. Maybe a few family photos, but that’s it.
But that’s NOT it, not for me. Although I am probably going to shift its stuff to my file cabinet in my office once our new kitchen is completed. But for now, just a couple more weeks, everything remains in place.
So let me tell you about what’s on the fridge: my life in refrigerator magnets.
First, there are Mapquest directions to both local vet emergency hospitals, just in case a pet sitter doesn’t know how to find them. Of course, our pet sitters are all well-versed in where these hospitals are, but I am neurotic, so these printouts give me some comfort. Like an Ativan.
How about the directions for cooking various things on our Weber grill? M. refers to these ALL the time. So they serve a purpose.
And there are some receipts. And our monthly “family calendar” so we both know the daily major events.
But really, the best thing is that you can read big chunks of my life on my refrigerator magnets.
I moved to Los Gatos, CA in 1984 and a few years later, the town celebrated its centennial. Plus I had a cat at the time. I had to have this magnet. When I look at it, I think of the years I lived in the town of the cats, how young I was and how little I knew. It really is a memory keeper.
Who cares about making history–certainly not me! But I do like the validation that we simply do not have to “behave.” Oh, hell, who needs the validation? Certainly not me! But I have had that magnet for years.
This one was a gift from a friend who happens to be gay, but not my gay husband. By the way, just because this has come up a time or two, no, my husband is not gay. My “gay husband” is another person entirely and he is not my husband. I hope that clears things up. No? Well, Google it.
The bear is my father’s totem and when he passed in 2008 I adopted it as my own. But he was still living at the time I bought this–the year was 2002 and my dear sorella (sister-friend) J and I cruised to Alaska. We had so much fun I simply had to have a memento. Oh, see that Mapquest printout? Yes, it’s to a vet hospital. Told ya so. M and I were planning another Alaska cruise this summer, but we both cooled on the idea and cancelled it. That’s what I think of now when I look at it.
Any woman with a gay husband would have to love Oscar Wilde because any smart gay man has exactly this brilliant sense of humor. And of course, “temptation.” Can we talk? I am a pushover for a bunch of things. I won’t tell you what. But temptation is a problem, for sure.
My girlfriend in Santa Fe sent this to me last year, a reference to my original blog, Middle-aged-Diva. Yeah, no longer middle-aged, so… She and I went to grad school together back in the day and have reignited our friendship at this stage of life. And are having a blast.
High school bestie gave this to me recently and it has to be one of my favorites. While we aren’t exactly of the era pictured, our moms were, and we go back far enough that we knew the moms. Oh, I love this!
Speaking of moms, mine gave me this one, so it is particularly beloved. My mother was fond of giving me knick-knacks with my name on them, as if I might forget what it is. No, Mom, I have not forgotten. My name is Carol. I even know what it means: song of joy.
And if you’re still reading this, I hope you’ll tell me about your own refrigerator magnets–or if you do not have any.