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Tag: refrigeration repair

I’m going to write something nice now…

… but first I have to say one more thing about the refrigerator. I do. It still isn’t fixed. It’s running, but Fridge Guy didn’t have the correct part. Can you believe it? I know you can. So, he called another guy who had a “used” part on his truck. This enabled him to make a temporary fix.

Fridge Guy is fast becoming my second child. I’m encouraging him to stop smoking, get a nice girlfriend and take a course at the community college. I declare, I’m taking groceries and new socks to his apartment next week.

I’m not sure when he will return. H said sometime next week. Holy bajolie, I hope the fridge works till then. I returned salmon that was slightly thawed around the edges to the freezer. I’m probably going to die, you guys.

Now the nice stuff.

While Fridge Guy was here yesterday, my car was in the shop. The same car that was in the shop last week for an inspection. We’ve been taking our car to Larry for eight years. He’s a great guy. H asked him to give it a once-over and replace anything that needed to be replaced because we’re going on a road trip in a few weeks.

It didn’t pass inspection last week because the high beams on the left side weren’t working. I needed my car back, so Larry promised to do it this week. Someone else told us it was a sensor or computer module or something or other that would cost a few hundred dollars.

Larry traced the wires back to the fuse box and found that the fuses for the light and the fuel pump had been switched. This was courtesy of  Shorty, the guy who worked on it when we lived with Dad. I could tell you horror stories about Shorty’s shenanigans.

Larry switched them and SHABAM! Bright lights. He fixed my heater and a few other things. The whole bill was under $200. I was hoping for under $400. Larry always comes in lower than we expect. I love Larry.

If one more appliance breaks, I’m moving deep into the woods and live near a stream and haul my own water. I’ll have a wood-burning stove and an outhouse with a crescent moon on the door. I already have the specs.



The refrigerator repairman is moving in! NOW!

He’s here. He’s working on my fridge this very minute… AGAIN! And not one minute too soon.

It broke again last week because he didn’t replace a part that should have been replaced last time he was here. It’s been six days. When I poured milk into my hot tea this morning, it came out in lumps. It had four days left on the expiration date. The refrigerator side became compromised because the freezer wasn’t working. Everything is packed in ice now.

I will have to toss some food. I hate to waste food! It’s the way we were raised. Wasting food is right up there with leaving the lights on or the tap running. My father let you know about it if you even kept the refrigerator door open too long. He wanted you to figure out what you wanted to eat before you opened that door. No standing and leaning and looking and trying to figure out what you wanted. He was really big on keeping showers short and even coasting up to stop lights to save gas. The man was conserving energy, water, food and gas long before it became politically correct.

So, I will cook what I think is safe, save what I think is safe and toss the rest. It’s a heartbreaker. I should have gotten everything out earlier and given it to the neighbors, but I didn’t realize in time.

I’m going to offer him the guest room.