Yellow Fridge1
With the look she gave me you might have thought I asked, What was Schrodinger's cat doing in our fridge? But I didn't. 2
I had asked, "Had we bought a new fridge?" 3
Male logic dictated it a better solution than her having painted the inside and I had remember (about a year back) asking why things were always moved around when I was looking for something. I could never find the mayonnaise against the white backdrop and now the inside of the fridge was definitely yellow. A new fridge made more sense to me.4
She shook her head in disbelief that I wouldn't know we hadn't gotten a new fridge. 5
"No silly", was all she said. 6
I went back to the fridge comparing different labels against the now definitely yellow backdrop trying hard to remember when this change might have occurred. 7
Opening and closing the door I tried to think.8
Daylight and night. 9
For the longest period of time, cold was my only feeling and then slowly I began to recognize night and day. Unable yet to distinguish anything around me I began to calculate the lengths of the days as they went past. But there seemed to be no rhyme or reason. Then, from deep within I could feel the beating of The Heart" as it called to me, giving me comfort. 10
The Stove11
I am sure I remember when we got the new stove. I remember taking the old one out into the backyard and going through all its wiring before the junk dealer came to grab it. But the new fridge still bothers me. She might be joking, pulling my leg. I've started going back over old e-mails in case I mentioned a new fridge.12
And now light13
As darkness fell today I prayed to the Heart. Life would be so much better if there was no night. The beating grew stronger and then stopped for a while and slowly light came to us. The beating returned and all was good. 14
Emma15
"Dear do you remember when your cousins came over? That niece, Emu or Emma, or something? When was that," I asked more puzzled than before?16
Memories17
I dreamt tonight; memories of vast fields and forests, wind in my hair. At least I have memories. The cold here bothers me but the Heart won't do anything about it. I have had to grow thicker skinned to survive. I am beginning to see clearer the shapes around me. Each day Red seems to come and go. I do not wish to go. I think it is because Red stands out against the white sky. What if the sky was yellow? I would be safer.18
Yellow Jello19
I remember because Emma made jello while she was here. She made it the morning she left. I thought that odd since she wouldn't be here to eat it. 20
"What was that two summers ago? Dear, are you listening to me? Dear?21
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I know this issue all too well, though mine is normally about what people tell me. I might remember some stuff, but sometimes even simple details elude me. Fun stuff... and poem.
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weird
Wow, mutated jello taking over your fridge. Weird.
Talia -
Just for a day i would like to be male and see what it is like to wander around in your head looking for the answer to the question you are afraid to ask. Knowing full well that at some point an explaination has already been given and you will look like an uncaring cad if you ask again.
It is fun just watching your faces as you go through this mental gymnastics. Especially when we know you do not know bt think you should!
This was too much fun to read...
Susan -
Well what I remember about Schrodinger's cat is that if you looked you would never know what would happen for sure. This piece of writing is very interesting in that the fridge is essentially an experiment of sorts. I like the duality of red and white as well as the dichotomy of black/white, day/night. I also like the use of the colour yellow, which reminds me of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's Yellow Wallpaper. The dreamy segments of this writing seem to be like a journal, or diary, entry. The male recollections ( or lack thereof) seem to be the actions that spur the entries into the journal. It is funny to see how ignorant the male is to the addition of new kitchen appliances. It is also funny to see how adept the male is with electronics and technology ( i.e. the internet and the removal of wiring from the stove.) A very good write.
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I LOVE THIS! I am a huge fan of things like this, with major shifts in time, tense, and subject. If you have read any of Kurt Vonnegut (my HERO!) then you would probably understand why it reminds me of him. I don't know if it was dementia or a twisted way of thinking (and considering sometimes my thoughts wander like that, it makes me worried that *I* may be demented! Great write!
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I, too, wonder if this wasn't the beginnings of Alzheimer's.
It didn't strike me as funny so much as it did being sad. It's a brutal disease that takes away one's dignity. But, maybe I am just seeing this thro the wrong glasses, ya know. I did really it. You did an excellent job on this. -
this was too cute... Having a memory problem is one thing but to be able to write about it is brave.
Yvonne
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With this story you left me wondering if that person is showing signs of dementia, or if he just escapes into his own world of selective memory. Whatever it may be, it leaded you to write a very good story!
Love and peace,
Mari
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Interesting disjointed view of ones transitory life. Interesting how some things are quite lucid and yet others we have no memory of. Also interesting how one recalls events--like with Rmma and the jello. Also interesting is how you juxtaposed the two spheres--the ordinary and the symbolic worlds.
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Shifting in quantum realities?
I know the feeling well.
This is very interesting and well done. A touch of alienation in our lives focuses the meaning of what is dear. This also reminds me of those who suffer from Alzheimers -- adrift in a fog of memories....unable to tap reality at will.
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