Things Are Looking Up

One again we have refrigeration! Yea! Ben, Jason, and Cole brought over a new one that Jason arranged for (he knows someone). It fit through our narrow doorways, and they brought in in with little fuss. The cost to us—$0.00. I have a feeling that maybe the boys supplied payment to Jason’s friend. He claims not, but somehow I don’t know of many people who would give a new appliance to total strangers when it could be sold at a neat little profit. But, I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I do feel a little weird about it though.

Aside from the inconvenience and worry, there was another little complication to our problem. For several days, the old fridge was in the middle of the kitchen floor. The dining room tables and chairs were shoved to one side to put three coolers close to the kitchen. We were running in, out, and about. There was major upheaval in a small space. The white cat is like me—he doesn’t like upheaval of any kind. It took major coaxing to get him to come in to eat. It has been a little cold the last few night; I wanted him to stay in—he wanted to stay out. When he was inside he ran and hid at every unusual noise, like the rattle of ice cubes in the near empty  plastic receptacle under the ice-maker. He ran every time I walked toward him. He was such a scaredy-cat.

He’s better today, but it may be a few days before he’s bugging me again. I look forward to it, sorta.
Everything is getting back to normal for a little while anyway. The microwave oven and the electric stove are the next to go. They’re both on their last legs.

Note: Mr. Fixit repaired the old one. He should go thumb his nose at the guy who said it wasn't worth fixing. We are going to put it downstairs for drinks, etc. It will serve as our "Just in Case" one. You never know!