You can tell a lot about people by what they put up on their refrigerators.
Sometimes I keep appointment cards from my doctor’s office for next year’s appointment up there. Because in a year, the only place I know I’ll find that card is on the refrigerator.
I still have magnets that I’ve had on my refrigerator since 1984.
Magnets that students gave me.
Magnets from pizza delivery places everywhere I’ve lived.
Magnets made out of Lego pieces that one of my college debaters made me for Christmas one year.
Like this birthday card somebody gave me that has a dachshund standing on a scale saying, “Kibble has carbs. Who knew?”
One of my favorite things on my fridge is this Farside cartoon of an alligator on the witness stand being cross-examined by the prosecuting attorney, where he says emphatically, “Of course I did it in cold blood, you idiot, I’m a reptile!”
Mostly I have photographs of people I know. People I love.
For kids who are now in elementary school.
Somehow I just can’t take them down. As though taking those pictures down would be the same as removing them from my life.
Yeah, I know lots of people who are constantly changing the pictures on their refrigerators. Every time you go to their house, there’s new stuff up there.
I put new stuff up on my refrigerator, too.
I add things.
New pictures. New people. New appointment cards.
But I don’t ever remove one picture to put a new one up there.
The pictures stay.
My heart works the same way.