My Time Growing While Fixing a Fridge

I never thought growing so much would come out of something so simple. I sit back and dwell upon my last experiences, grovelling in the mess of trying to understand how and why I made it this far in mental development by fixing my fridge. Call it a revelation. Call it finding my true self. Whatever it is, I’m a changed person now and it’s all because I went through Hell trying to repair my refrigerator which had been on the fritz for a week. How did I get here? Let me tell you the story, starting from the beginning.

I’ve never repaired a refrigerator in my life let alone took anything electronic apart. Opening a fridge apart in ways I’ve never opened a fridge before was like stepping back in Jurassic times or a portal through space into another world. It was like a giant, miniature city in there and each appliance part was a building or something. I was a stranger in a strange land, and that land was straight Dante’s Hell, no doubt about it.

My torture slowly got underway when the fridge stopped working to begin with. All my ham expired and my veggies rotted, after two days of me trying to eat it all as fast as I could, of course. With the virus going around I knew it would be hard to find any cheap fridge repair services around. All the companies I called didn’t even pick up their phones, but some had messages saying how they were closed due to COVID-19. I worried and worried about my food situation until I just sat up and realized its up to me to fix my appliance myself, and I can’t rely on any professionals to help me.

Well, not any professionals in person, anyways…

I could still get professional advice over the internet. YouTube videos on how to fix fridges were too confusing for me and I wasn’t patient enough for them. I already had the fridge apart, poking around at all the inside guts with a flash light, when I saw the phone and thought it might still be a good gander to try calling appliance repair companies. I didn’t expect to easily get lucky and find a technician who could visit me today. I did, however, hope to get on the phone with a technician so I could tell him the model and make of my appliance, tell him what’s wrong with it and I could throw him some cash via e-transfer for him to sit down with me for an hour and guide me through what I needed to do step by step.

I tried calling dozens of different appliance repair companies all across Canada until finally I got in touch with a technician from Appliance Repair Kingston over in Ontario. The kind man over the phone sat down with me for two hours to help me get my fridge repaired, but this is when the heat winds of Hell were just beginning to gust. There I was, on my knees sweating with my phone on speaker mode entering Dante’s fourth layer of Hell. I had tools in one hand a beer in the other hand and more sweat on my forehead than a pig-like man in the Miami sun. But the Archangel appliance repair man patiently guided me through the chaos like Virgil guiding Dante through Purgatory and now because of my trials it’s as if my sins have been cleansed and I have reached the Earthly Paradise on the top of Mount Purgatory.

It feels great to be here, and I feel like Beatrice is proud of me, so are all my friends and family. My exercise. My test. My suffering. It’s over! Never have I been so impatient in my life and this experience has really changed my outlook on a lot of things. I’m excited to stride forward through life knowing now that I have the patience to repair a broken fridge. It’s amazing what sucking it up and getting down to business can do. I have the power to do anything now!

Hopefully this was an inspiring and entertaining read for you. I look forward to our next post!


The Moon pt. 2

Welcome to “The Moon” part 2! Previously I rambled on for a while about why I love the moon so much. Your can read that post by clicking here. You don’t have to read part 1 in order for today’s post to make sense though. The moon and what it means to me has changed a little since then so this is a fresh take and my opinion might have changed slightly. This happens to everyone after enough time passes. So let’s begin!

What the Moon means to Me!

To me, the moon is my anchor in the sky. If it disappeared, I’d no longer be anchored on Earth and gravity would have no effect on me. That’s how it feels to me. It keeps me grounded. When I’m upset, it calms me. When I’m sad, it gladdens me. When I’m mad it makes me sane and drives my reason to mental progression. Without it I’d be lost. Without it, the sky wouldn’t be as beautiful.

Even at day time, I love seeing the moon. It reminds me of my mortality. It reminds me of my humanity. My humility. I even love the science of the moon and love hearing lectures about it.

In all poetry, the moon is my light. In all spirituality, the moon is my savior. If it could talk I’d pray to her every day. I love the moon, and something deep inside says the moon loves me back, as if she were a goddess. I think of her as a woman, my love who keeps the crazy world from going insane.

That’s what the moon means to me. It means a lot!

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A Feast for the Eyes

What is a feast for the eyes? Behold the ultimate definition! I don’t mean to be Socratic when I ask you “what is a feast?” What is a feast to you? How can you consume a feast with your eyes? For me, I breathe in deeply when I consume a feast for my eyes, as if I was actually feasting and needed a moment to catch my breath.

The curve of the image before my eyes is so tasty!

When my eyes feast on something it’s like I’m doing POI and a part of me inside gets full somehow. It’s hard to explain, like the tingles that rush though my body. Sometimes a woman can be a feast for my eyes, other times a car or a piece of armor from medieval times. It’s quite exhilarating.

But at the end of “a feast for the eyes” is subjective, so what does it mean to you?

Blogging Backwards, Insure My Life!

Wow, fellows. It’s been so long since I posted. Before I get back to posting regularly I thought you deserve to know why it’s been so long. Many things conducted themselves to leading me to needing a break but the biggest one was romance! Yes, romance!

Let me blog backwards a little bit now…

The heart of my life now insures my life because months and months ago I met the star of my dreams. They are my everything. My king. My queen! I am passionately in love and cannot live otherwise. My dream. My destiny. I’m to continue to insure my life, assure my life, by being with my darling.

Recently, though, my passion for blogging has resurfaced, and I look forward to sharing my thoughts with you all again!