Another One Bites the Dust

Ah, the world of large appliances.

Since we moved into This Old House in October 2001, we have lost:

• The furnace
• The hot water heater
• The oven
• The innards of the downstairs toilet
• The plumbing in the shower
• The dishwasher

And now, for our next trick:  The refrigerator.

A week ago, we noticed most of the freezer had defrosted.  My beloved accused me of leaving the freezer door open.  As with most of his baseless accusations, I let it slide in one ear and out the other.

Tonight, it happened again.

Then that little fan sound stopped.  And the comforting ticking of a refrigerator that, oh, works.

We called a bunch of 24 hour places.  We told them the little angel's milk was in jeopardy. They said they'd come right away.  That means "between ten and two" the next day.  That means "after all the meat you bought at Costco spoils and makes the entire house reek like the arid Sahara after a big kill."

We went and got ice to put in the cooler so the little angel's morning milk will be some semblance of cold.  We pretended we lived on the prairie.  I poured myself a glass of warming Pinot Grigio and thought well, hell, at least our house isn't drowning up to the eaves in toxic floodwater.

Shit, man. Good thing FEMA isn't in charge.