… 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.