Alarm Clock
We have two microwaves in the kitchen. There was a built-in unit over the oven when we moved in, but we don't like it. It's small, our dinner plates are a bit oversized, and they don't fit in it. So we also have a stand alone microwave on the counter. We got that one in Flagstaff and it is the best microwave ever, which it had better be, because we had to return something like 3 or 4 different defective units to the Sears at the Flag mall before we finally got this one. That was a surreal week, I weighed something like 96 pounds at the time and had to hobble on my cane through packs of military recruiters trolling the food court in order to conduct microwave transaction after microwave transaction. Most of it is a blur.
Anyway, there was really no point in telling you that since you probably do not care about the history of the microwave. This microwave does have some awesome features, though, and the most useful set of preprogrammed options I've ever encountered. When it dies, we will both be sad.
There is also something about the blue LED it uses that makes it much easier to see than a lot of digital displays, so I prefer to look at it whenever I need to check the time in the kitchen, and E prefers to use its kitchen timer feature over those available on other appliances. The single feature on this microwave that isn't well suited to our use is that when the timer expires, it doesn't re-set back to the clock display. E's scattered attention means she can't cook as much as an egg without using the kitchen timer, and it also means that she forgets to manually re-set the LED back to the clock display pretty much every day.
And because I am not particularly well grounded in my spacetime coordinates in any case as well as presently stuck in a sleep cycle where I wake up foggy at around 4am every single day, each and every morning I lumber into the dark kitchen half-asleep glancing about checking for the time and I see the microwave clock blinking END END END, and just for a second but every goddamned morning, I experience this instant of full-throttle panic that the end of all of time is happening right now. I almost don't even need the coffee after that.
Don't forget, daylight savings starts tonight.
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But I want to forget DST or at least I want not to lose the morning light. Starting DST earlier and having go longer was a truly pointless move (and there are studies to back me up -- it saves nothing). Grumble, grumble.
On the bright side, there are some "wild" daffodils at two old house sites in the woods and they just started sending up shoots so ... Yay spring is coming.
I totally agree, Andi, I think the entire exercise is as ridiculous as NASCAR.
(Which tangentially reminds me that I saw a documentary a few months back called Dirty Driving: Thunder Cars of Indiana, link goes to video promo, that did a mighty fine treatment of class oppression and how the relatively powerless working class copes with the effect of limited natural resources on their local economy and the steel-jawed trap of systemic inequality in Anderson, IN. And while NASCAR bores me to tears, I would get out on the Thunder Car racetrack in half a heartbeat.)
Today is like spring here! It is already gorgeous outside and will be 70 degrees this afternoon. I am still feeling like crap but I am going to try to get out in it and at least roll around in the grass a little bit. With the warming trend, you will be able to come for a day-visit soon, yes? :D
LOL! Great ENDing there…
I've got to get a new kitchen timer. The old one, an electronic bugger from Pampered Chef, died in a sudden dive into the tomato soup a while back. (It had a magnet on the back, see, and it lived on the stove hood… which also happens to have the stovetop controls on it. I reached up to adjust the heat & knocked the timer.)
The microwave timer is OK, as long as you're in the kitchen. We keep the door between the kitchen & living room closed so the wood stove doesn't have to heat the leaky kitchen… and you can barely hear the thing chirp when it's done through the door. Add the wood stove blower or the TV, and more than one thing got burned. We also have this wind-up timer that looks like a chicken, with many of the numbers rubbed off. I need to get a new timer, that's all.
Road trip! Oh yes, I am so very up for it.
Thanks Farf, I'm experimenting a little bit with misleading narrative/indirect communication right now in the wip and I guess it spilled over on the blog, heh.
That wind-up chicken timer sounds like an awesome piece of kitsch, although I can't imagine you want to look at chickens inside the house. ;p
It's always funny to me, how these little inventions like microwaves or timers are supposed to lead to more convenience in our lives, but they never really do so unproblematically. There is always a trade-off. I know that for me, and once I get it in my head that I "need" an X, I can spend 20 years looking for the "right" X. Carlin was right, we don't own our stuff, our stuff owns us.
Andi, w00t!
heh. That's for "microwave transactions" and the whole description.
What happens to me is that I stop the microwave before it reaches the end, don't hit cancel and it's left with, say a minute left in time. Then I come in later and think it's 1:00.
I'm under no illusions that the end times will be announced electronically. At least, I hope they won't.
I'm thinking you could make a fun little piece of sci-fi out of that. Jen sees the microwave clock blinking END END END, goes out to do what she pleases, and the END arrives just in time to avoid embarrassment or outright trouble…
I just called a friend who turned all her clocks forward EXCEPT for the one next to her computer. We were meeting at 3:30...now 4:30. Boy, am I glad she did it and not me!
Great human nature story, Jen!
I can't begin to tell you how much I HATE DST!!!! I think it's a complete waste of... everything.
Even worse is that it totally fucks up my son.
And Jen, I think our partners are related. Why my husband can't for the life of him hit the off button is beyond me. END END END END. For cripesake he's a high tech weanie. Why on this earth he can't just hit "off" and negate the end end end end when he heats up his coffee is beyond me.
But... I love him anyways. The twerp.
::crawls out of bed, enjoys reading everyone's posts, delivers trademarked goofy-friendly half-smirk to group, crawls back to bed::
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