Today is National Microwave Oven Day, a day that really deserves celebrating.  I didn't own a microwave until we moved back from Ohio to Fort Wayne in 1982.  I never thought I needed one but since it was built in and came with the house I decided to learn to use it.  I think it may have been the first microwave ever, it was certainly quite elderly.  But it worked and I soon came to appreciate the joy of  quick and easy.  Four years before I downsized I remodeled my kitchen.  It looked great, with all new appliances including a lovely built in microwave.  Of course, when I downsized I had to leave the microwave behind.  The buyers would not have appreciated a gaping hole above the stove.  There was no microwave in my apartment and I decided I really could get along without one.  After all, how hard is it to heat things on the stove?  That decision lasted about two weeks, then I took myself off to Walmart and bought a nifty little red model that fit in a corner of the counter.  Happily, it is not hard to install a microwave.  "Do I use it much?" you ask.  Only about four or five times a day.  Happy Microwave Oven Day everyone.  Go and give yours a little pat, or better yet heat a cup of tea.