There is a red light on the refrigerator that is glaring at me now. It doesn’t blink or turn away from my own glare which makes sense as it is not endowed with any humanity other than that which I have assigned to it for storytelling purposes.
It is a notification that says the waterline isn’t working and that consequently we can’t use the ice maker or any of the water based functions.
Some time ago the same light notified me it was time to replace the filter for the water line and so I dutifully did so as I had many times before.
But this time the water stopped flowing and I muttered “the well done run dry.”
Took a few minutes to ascertain what the issue might be and determined it was something that I wasn’t sure I could easily fix without paying for some more parts.
The fridge is 16 years old and there are multiple alternatives to securing water/ice beyond using it so I decided I didn’t care about the convenience enough to spend more cash on it.
In part it was because I wasn’t certain if I needed one part or several and I decided not to attempt the repair.
Sometimes it bothers me because I am confident I could do it myself. I have the tools and enough knowledge/experience to make it work.
Still that knowledge contains experiences with simple repairs that turned out to be more complex and involved than initially thought.
So I choose not to find out if I am correct about this because some questions I can leave unanswered though there are others that don’t afford me such luxuries.
Writing It All Down
A fellow blogger asked me to explain how I develop headlines and content. I told him much of it comes on the fly and that it’s not unusual for me to use a recent experience as the headline and to just start writing.
Someone commented on my A1C and I wondered what it is today as opposed to what it was when I last had it checked.
Wondered if it will have dropped lower when I get my next physical done or if it will still be floating around a bit higher than I would prefer.
Genetics and luck play a bigger role in our health than we would like them to which is not to say we do not have control or influence but sometimes it is less than we would prefer.
Put together a short video, hit the gym and then put together two more videos.
Took some thoughts and wrote them down and got a note from blogger suggesting there might be adult content and shook my head because I disagreed.
Wrote some more and came to some conclusions about a few situations that really got my mind moving.
It is a trip sometimes to put the contents of your mind upon the page and see it all laid bare. If you were honest with yourself you will see your thoughts, ideas, dreams and fears dumped upon the page.
That is an interesting mix of fear and hope with a dash of reality or maybe two dashes and a sprinkle.
But if you never ask yourself those questions and never expose yourself to what you really think or want you risk just passing through life.
That is a disturbing idea to me, especially given how graphic my imagination is.
A troll once read one of my posts and said I am broken and I shrugged my shoulders.
Am I broken?
Parts of my body don’t work as I want them to or think they should. Parts of my mind don’t work precisely as I want them to or think they should too.
Does that mean I am broken?
Does it matter?
Is it significant?
How do we measure the breakage?
How do we determine whether it is holding me back or pushing me forward?
How do I compare to others? Am I the only broken one?
How do others feel?
I figure everyone is broken in some way.
Broken is a word whose definition leaves much to subjective interpretation.
Am I happy?
Most of the time I am relatively happy.
Am I content?
Most of the time I am relatively content?
Is there room for improvement?
All makes me shrug my shoulders again and say “so what.”
Can only burn up so much energy on things that don’t provide some sort of return.
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