Plata

Mosca

Until 1950 ( I was 8) in Buenos Aires we bought ice from the hielero. Because my mother taught at an American high school she had friends in the US Embassy. One of them offered her a fridge as she was moving back home. We had the first refrigerator on our block. I remember that the electric motor that ran it was on top. I made Lime Jell-O.

When we moved to Mexico City our fridge was a Kelvinator.

In 1966 when I fell in love with an Argentine girl at a live performance of Astor Piazzolla, we left and across the street there was an appliance store. She pointed at a fridge and said, “Alex that refrigerator would look very nice in our kitchen.” A couple of months later she called me in the middle of a Buenos Aires winter to terminate our relationship.

Once we arrived in Vancouver by the beginning of the 80s our fridge had many photographs attached with magnets. Many of the Polaroids of my photographic subjects for magazines ended up in their fridges.

In my present Kits fridge there are not photographs on it. Why? The idiot who designed it made sure that the metal face was not magnetic.

Of late as I order my stuff and throw what I believe my daughters will not appreciate, I am thinking how we humans are walking fridges.

If the electricity goes for some time the food inside the fridge will spoil. Our soul/spirit/energy is our electricity. 

 The photograph illustrating this blog is of my former female cat Plata. She and many of our cats liked to be on top of our fridges. Behind her is our Filipino wicker breakfast tray. Rosemary had breakfast in bed for 25 years. I now have it not quite alone as my Niño and Niña are my company.

 Our black cat Mosca also love his fridge.