Old blue
A snippet of correspondence:
This a.m. I was starting to heat water for OmegaDotter’s macaroni & cheese, in the blue enamel pan, when I noticed that water was pretty much pouring out the bottom on one side.
Upon inspection (holding said pan up to the light), there were three holes finally eaten through the pan bottom along the edge.
Let us take a moment to remove our hats and remember the glorious lifetime service of the blue enamelware pan…
I have interred it in the garbage can.
exohme
The response:
NO!!!
Don’t throw it away….
That was the first piece of cookware I ever purchased… 27 years ago. I still remember the time/place where I bought it. (Hardware store, Blair Oklahoma, Late Summer Afternoon, May 30, 1982.)
Can I keep it… Please?
Xxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxooo, OmegaDad
Further:
You, my dear, are the world’s most sentimental dude, bar none.
I will retrieve it from the garbage. You will put it somewhere, like in the garage, where you can gaze upon it now & then and think back to Blair, OK.
I love you, but I am rolling my eyes.
exohme
OmegaDad and I have an ongoing…discussion…about whether we are going to keep the baby bottle we bought in China to feed a wee OmegaDotter for the first time. If the dotter ends up being a packrat, I will know who to blame. (Mostly.) (My sentimental stuff tends to be letters, Christmas cards, photos. His tends to be things. Letters, Christmas cards, and photos take up a helluvalot less space.)
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