{"id":14170,"date":"2026-01-26T13:51:20","date_gmt":"2026-01-26T20:51:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=14170"},"modified":"2026-01-26T13:51:27","modified_gmt":"2026-01-26T20:51:27","slug":"the-last-waltz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/the-last-waltz\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last Waltz"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Last Waltz<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Kathy Guthormsen<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s nothing quite like waltzing through the kitchen with a refrigerator and a mop, sweeping and gliding through pooling water to get your heart pumping in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The refrigerator had been sick. First came a fever that caused all the food \u2013 and it was full of food because the kids were visiting \u2013 to thaw and warm. Then it exhaled and released the freon from its pipes. That was last week, before the fridge doctor came to try to revive it. This morning, it gasped its last breath, lost control of its plumbing and poured water onto the floor. Hence the waltz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I summoned my inner Wonder Woman and wrestled the thing out of its cubby. It did not want to move from its bed, but I wasn’t going to take NO for an answer. I managed to turn off the water before grabbing an armful of towels and the mop and asking the fridge to dance. We sloshed and twirled and I mopped and wiped. Now, the forlorn and lifeless fridge is sitting in the middle of the kitchen waiting for the appliance morgue van to take it away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn’t even had my second cup of coffee yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new fridge is coming this afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Growing up in Skagit Valley, Washington with its verdant farmland gave Kathy Guthormsen <\/strong>an appreciation for the promise and beauty of nature\u2019s bounty. The Cascade and Olympic mountain ranges and old growth forests offered the magic of things unseen and fostered her fertile imagination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kathy\u2019s writing has been published several times on The Write Spot Blog<\/a> and in four The Write Spot anthologies.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her Halloween story, \u201cCome, Calls the Demon\u201d won first place in the Petaluma Argus Courier\u2019s Halloween Story Contest in October2020.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her book, The Story of Jazz and Vihar<\/a>, is available from your local bookseller.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she isn\u2019t writing, Kathy volunteers at the Bird Rescue Center in Santa Rosa, California, working with and presenting resident raptors as part of their education and outreach program. Walking around with a hawk or an owl on her fist is one of her favorite pastimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kathy lives in northern California with her husband, one psychotic cat, a small flock of demanding chickens, and a pond full of peaceful koi. She maintains a blog, Kathy G. Space<\/a>, where she occasionally posts essays, short stories, and fairy tales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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