Notes on my refrigerator
When we visited my in-laws a few weeks ago, they gave us their nearly-new Subaru Forester. Very exciting, but hmmm, how to get it home? I enjoy traveling, don’t get me wrong, but epic car rides give me claustrophobia. (Are you surprised?) But my husband adores road trips. Long story short, he drove the Subaru back to Orange County via the backroads and byways of America.
On this sunny Monday morning, two quasi-related thoughts:
1) Our new silver steed is sturdy, shiny, safe. Just a few tiny scratches — beauty marks, let’s call them — and that new car smell still lingers. I am grateful for this unexpected blessing, but honestly? I’d like to give it a little makeover. It’s a sensible car, which is all well and good, but a little frivolity never hurt anyone, right? So…how can I transform my Granola Mobile into something a little more girly-girl? (No offense to those who prefer the former to the latter.)
2) My husband visited the International Bluegrass Museum in Owensboro, Kentucky, where he was fortunate enough to see a live performance by Bill and Maggie Anderson, I would have liked to see them in person, but my husband brought me a CD as a consolation prize. Now, I’m not all that fond of bluegrass, but trust me: it’s a toe-tapping, hand-clapping platter o’ down-home goodness. My favorite song on the album is "God’s Refrigerator." This video features a different artist, but I think you’ll get the picture.
Yeah, it’s as corny as all get-out, and maybe a bit too twangy for my ears. But the metaphor’s kinda cute, don’t you think? No matter your religious beliefs, I think everybody understands the significance of love made visible. And–please forgive me for this shallow interpretation–I’m wishing my story was ready to tape to the refrigerator. You too? Well, let’s get cookin’!