Another Reminder of Senescence
We recently replaced our electric range, original to the condo built in 1984. For 14 years I managed with three reliable burners, but then it got down to two, and the oven didn’t regulate properly. I got us a shiny new Samsung glass-top range with self-cleaning oven, time-cook and features I haven’t even used yet.
The other day I grabbed a wooden spoon out of the Dundee marmalade jar that holds cooking tools, and a spatula flew out and took a swan dive behind the stove.
It wasn’t anything special, just a nice size for flipping eggs. I wrote “spatula” on my shopping list.
Then it began to dawn on me that I’d never see that particular object again, even knowing exactly where it is. When we pulled out the old stove, there was a piece of mail addressed to the original owner, along with years’ accumulation of dust and grime. If the old range was nearly 30 years old, and the new one lasts as long, it’s unlikely, even if I should be so lucky as to live to the age of 98 (which I could–my maternal grandmother, aunt and mother all lived well into their 90s), I probably won’t be living in this two-story condo.
So what did I get to replace the simple white nylon spatula?