I took apart my microwave yesterday and today—I mean my old microwave, the one I have had since 1987 because I am older than time and also I keep everything. It finally died earlier this year, right before my surgery, so Sarah bought me a new one at Target and brought it over so I could eat. That was like 5 months ago but the old one has been here ever since because it’s too heavy for me to move. People are always/often helping me or offering to help me, it is so lovely, but I kept feeling like, ugh I can’t ask someone to carry this monster downstairs. When I realized I could take it apart I was unreasonably excited! Mostly I used my screwdriver and some pliers, and I had to cut through a lot of wires which was somewhat terrifying even though they couldn’t have had any current running through them (or could they?). I took an electronics class last year and I vaguely considered seeing if I could fix it, but eviscerating it was so much more fun. Goodbye, microwave, may I undo and forsake many more things in your wake, no matter how heavy they are.