Refrigerator door bins
: Danby 2.5 cu ft energy star compact all refrigerator
Refrigerator Door Bins
- An appliance or compartment that is artificially kept cool and used to store food and drink. Modern refrigerators generally make use of the cooling effect produced when a volatile liquid is forced to evaporate in a sealed system in which it can be condensed back to liquid outside the refrigerator
- white goods in which food can be stored at low temperatures
- A refrigerator is a cooling apparatus. The common household appliance (often called a "fridge" for short) comprises a thermally insulated compartment and a heat pump—chemical or mechanical means—to transfer heat from it to the external environment (i.e.
- Refrigerator was an Appendix Quarter horse racehorse who won the Champions of Champions race three times. He was a 1988 bay gelding sired by Rare Jet and out of Native Parr. Rare Jet was a grandson of Easy Jet and also a double descendant of both Depth Charge (TB) and Three Bars (TB).
- Used to refer to the distance from one building in a row to another
- doorway: the entrance (the space in a wall) through which you enter or leave a room or building; the space that a door can close; "he stuck his head in the doorway"
- A hinged, sliding, or revolving barrier at the entrance to a building, room, or vehicle, or in the framework of a cupboard
- a swinging or sliding barrier that will close the entrance to a room or building or vehicle; "he knocked on the door"; "he slammed the door as he left"
- anything providing a means of access (or escape); "we closed the door to Haitian immigrants"; "education is the door to success"
- A receptacle for storing a specified substance
- A receptacle in which to deposit trash or recyclables
- Each of a series of ranges of numerical value into which data are sorted in statistical analysis
- (bin) the quantity contained in a bin
- (bin) a container; usually has a lid
She was washing dishes; I could hear the water from the sink and the tune that she always hummed to herself whenever she was alone. I took my shoes off and put them on the rack by the front door and walked into the kitchen.
"Where's dad?" I said.
"He went out with some of his friends from work," she said.
"Have you ate yet?"
"Well, there's some leftovers in the refrigerator. There's not much because I only made enough for myself since I wasn't sure if you were going to come home or not."
"That's okay. Don't worry about it"
"Were you with Annie? She hasn't come over in a while."
"No. But she's doing good."
I ate as she finished washing. We talked about small inconsequential things - the garbageman coming to pick up the trash and recycle bins
from our neighbor whose home had foreclosed, a dress that she saw at Marshalls, my work at the high school, Mrs. Jones who was pregnant and expecting soon.
"I'm going to San Francisco to become a writer," I said to her after some time. I sounded naive and stupid. I imagined all the young and naive people saying things like this to their parents and friends in kitchens across Alabama. But I said it anyway.
She was sitting at the kitchen nook with me with both hands locked together in front of her on top of the tiled counter. She titled her head to the side, enough for her gray hair to tumble down and then looked at me in a way that told me she expected it. "Have you told your father?"
"I haven't. I was hoping that he would be here tonight so that I could," I said.
"Do you want any more coffee?"
"I don't know what to tell you Junior. He's not going to be very happy."
"I know that. But, I'm use to it, not the first time."
This was her second cup. She usually had only one cup after dinner each night and it was always decaf. Her skin had grown so pale since I left for college and came back home but it was not aged, not the yellowing whites of the elderly that roamed the grocery store.
"You know that you broke you father's heart when you told him that you were going to be a high school teacher instead. It's been harder for him to accept things since. Especially when it comes to you, he loves you the most."
"But I know you. I know how you are and that you wouldn't be happy staying in Birmingham for the rest of your life. Do you have any people in California?"
"I have a few friends I'm going to stay with."
"Should I talk to your father for you?"
"I think I'll wait until he comes home and tell him myself."
She got up and put her arms around my shoulders. When was the last time that we had embraced like this. High school graduation. Prom night. The first time I left for college. She let go and walked up the stairs into her bedroom. I stayed in the kitchen and waited.
When we bought our house, this old Crossley refrigerator was sitting in the basement. It had been converted to a "keg
erator" and has a beer tap on the side. We're not really into buying keg
s of beer and I had almost gotten rid of the thing when I realized that it provided me a great stash location.
Sadly, not all my yarn will fit in the Crossley. The giant ziploc bag leaning against the door is full of sock yarn. The bin underneath it is full of Cotton Ease horded while it was being discontinued.
I also have a few shopping bags in a closet, and a smallish clear container with my luxury yarn stash, which contains several skeins of Rowan Kidsilk Haze, otherwise known as knitter's crack.
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