Monday, July 11, 2011
Important Things I Think About
While I laid on my lounge chair at the pool yesterday, I was thinking about all those little things that make you life nice. You know, everyday stuff that nobody blinks an eye at, but their absence can make you miserable--like my hair dryer, which decided to die on me a few weeks ago.
Hair dryers are tough because you typically just run to the Walmart and grab one off the shelf. And nine times out of ten, you grab the one that is in your price range, and if you are like me, that range is pretty much "cheap". But you can't try them out, you can't hear if they sound like a 747 in your ear or if they blow cold air when it says "hot", and you certainly can't stand there in the aisle trying to figure out if it is comfortable in your hand while you bend this way and that while it is attached to the wall.
See--you never really gave your hair dryer much thought, did you?
Well, my hair dryer went cold one day. It went "pfffft" and then............cold. And it was too quiet. I'm not sure what that means in hair dryer mechanics, but to me it screamed "you're screwed". And we were.
We went through our litany of back-up hair dryers, including raiding Colin's college tub up in the attic. Oh sure, there were super loud ones (not nice at 5:30 a.m.) and semi-warm ones, but none were as lovely as our old one. Even the cords weren't as long and I kept getting unplugged when I went to do the right side of my head--which was very annoying.
I silently wept the day I admitted defeat and tossed it in the garbage. I kept it in the cabinet, hoping against hope that it would revive itself like a phoenix, but alas, no plugging and unplugging ever returned my beloved hair dryer to it's original power. It was dead and I needed to admit it. So, out it went.
And off I went to the Target (which I hate) to find its replacement.
It was like a dream that I found Old Hair Dryer's twin sister on the shelf. Yes! They still make that model! I nearly had a cow in aisle 13, I tell you, and Joe just stood there wondering why I was so darn excited about hair dryers. (He doesn't get it--he doesn't have hair. Well, he does--it just doesn't need to dry it each morning. Lucky him.)
So, now, I am a happy woman. I've got a hair dryer that actually dries my hair--without cold air OR causing me to go deaf. Plus it folds up and it has that super long cord that allows me to dry the right side of my head AND look in the mirror.
It's so weird what makes me happy, but I secretly think we are all like that with our everyday appliances. Whether it be your coffeemaker or your dishwasher, I think there is a small part of us that is attached to those everyday friends and their disappearance or untimely death renders us miserable.
And I'm not sure what is more odd--that I love my replacement hair dryer or that I'm thinking about it at the pool.