Under pressure from the Board of Directors here at Spo-Reflections to produce profound prose, I present our refrigerator magnets.
Every morning when I sit and eat my oatmeal (breakfast of nincompoops) I gaze at the refrigerator door, which is covered in magnets. I don’t not found of refrigerator magnets; I think they make the kitchen look kitschy. So it is a puzzlement a) why we have so many and b) where did they come from? Several of them ‘have always been there’. It is a mystery how they got there in the first place. Some days I think to remover them all, but this never happens.
Here are a few of them: the profound ones…..
Not too far away is his wife or boyfriend Mrs. (or Mr.) Fabulous who lives over the alcove that dispenses the ice cubes and chilled water. I don’t remember from whence he/she came but his/her fabulousness can not be denied.
Several of the magnets are the survivors of a set, whose fellow went flying from a sudden leap off the door, sending it flying and breaking. I recall Black Cat had a White Cat, long gone and ‘put down’ as it were.
Every year when Someone renews our contribution to some queer organization they send us a thank you diversity magnet. You can tell how many years we have been members. They hold up a bumper sticker Harper received upon graduating a training class.
And finally, there is no place like home.
Don’t all homes have one ?