I read a lot of poetry, mostly of the contemporary type. It covers all kinds of subjects but I prefer those that delve into the workings of the human mind and imagination. I crave creative imagery as metaphors make me think in a new way. It is all about stimulating the senses when you see a particular combination of unique words. My friends and I write our own type of verse, but we sometimes have competitions or challenges. We give each other topics and expect to see something written about it in some type of rhyme (open verse allowed of course). If you get “the blue sky,” “the meadows beyond,” or “the nature of love,” you are blessed. Sometimes someone gets a lawnmower, a swimming pool, or a car. I don’t usually include such run-of-the-mill things in my range of poetic material, but why not on a dare? Poetry makes us think about things we often ignore. For example, who thinks about a water heater? I certainly don’t give mine much consideration. Only when a friend on Facebook had a problem with a broken unit, did we discuss such an entity for the first time.
The fact that my attention never turns to my own electric water heater, is a good sign that it is working well. No problems so far. You notice if the pilot goes out (on a gas model), if a nut or bolt is loose, if water is leaking, and most of all if there is no hot water. Your electrical connection could be at fault if you are not experiencing a power outage. It is a different situation if you use up hot water too fast. The tank could be too small for the number of people living in the house or the parts could simply be old and worn out. They suddenly fail. If nothing is wrong, what do I care about how this appliance functions or the nature and cost of replacement models. I might need a new heater one day, but I will deal with it them. Now, I don’t need to read testimonials and reviews or look for discounts. I don’t need to scour the water heater sites and try to make sense of them. I don’t need to visit any hardware stores. As they say, out of sight, out of mind.
My friend’s dilemma did raise some issues and prompted me to get a technician to look over my own device. It can’t hurt, said my friend, given what happened to me. I could have prevented my problems if I had been more observant, he groaned. Okay, I conceded. I will pay attention now to ward off a meltdown later. You don’t want it to happen in the middle of your hot shower. Good boy, he went on. This was the end of the water heater discussion. The next time we have a poetry challenge, I will use this appliance as a new topic. I can’t imagine what we will get!