To fix or not to fix
Nothing lasts forever, now that we don’t have old-school Frigidaire iceboxes. Here, we know when we purchased the current fleet of big kitchen toys, and a decade is a long time.
The microwave oven, which is also our kitchen fan and over the ranger light fixture, is convinced that the appliance door is ajar. Not in the sense of a jar. The other, inconvenient sense. And despite hours of TLC to the myriad of sensors, we may need to replace. First one, won’t be the last. Lacking a way to heat canned food in minutes, it places a limit on my self-sufficiency.
If we purchase a direct replacement, it comes down to removing several big mounting bolts, swapping out the dead weight and celebrating our new found skills. No second strategy has been offered, so we are waiting on a price check. And delivery possibility. We shall see. Meanwhile, life without a microwave is possible. And sets aside any improvement in our fan, or light, or whatever.
Flipping a coin works for simple things. This is bigger (and heavier). The timeline is short; if it could be done by tomorrow, that would be fun. Probably funny. I mean, we have other possibilities, but going on a multi=store shopping tour is not one. And consumer review can lead to deep bouts of depression, when you realize how much choice we have. We are wedded to our kitchen toys. My only glimmer of hope is that the other toys are all still in working order. I came from humble beginnings (a cheap hot pot, for rice and water.
