At last! After forty years, the American dream: my first new bathroom scale and vacuum cleaner. No headlights, bells, or buzzers, both reflect pure, functional beauty. The bathroom scale is jet black with red LED readouts; the vacuum cleaner is fire-engine red with jet black wheels.
So, here I am with a new life, vacuum cleaner, and bathroom scale. I left with nothing; my bed is a camping mat. In the morning, I kneel in front of my dorm-size refrigerator, microwave, and full-size wastebasket. Home cooking: pour canned soup on a hot potato. Potato warms soup; soup cools potato: no wasted movement, no fusion with reflection. When I finish my meal, the paper bowl goes into the trash.