Downward mobility

We are officially white trash – – we have a refrigerator in our garage. And it’s a loaner. Don’t even get me started . . . I’ve got to get the couch out on to the porch.

We’re having our annual revolt of the appliances. This year: the refrigerator and the dishwasher. Both exactly two years old. The fridge has never been quite right. The fan gets ice on it and gets very very noisy. Then the whole freezer starts frosting up. And the dishwasher has started leaking. They’re not supposed to do that. Luckily, all under warranty, but the guy they sent out yesterday, said he hadn’t seen this model before, and proceeded to take the fridge from “functioning, but like living next to the runway” to “dead” in just a few hours. Then he declared his day a loss and went home. Thanks, Mr. Snappy Repairs. This necessitated a run to Delmar by Lee in order to keep our new free range chickens in a frozen state, rendering them incapable of revenge. A bunch of stuff we just had to throw out. (Note that we did NOT have this problem in the blackout.) But the store was great when she called today, sent over a loaner fridge and with any luck we have a REAL service person coming tomorrow.

Otherwise, my day was like Roger Clemons in the first inning last night. I was just shelled. But I didn’t have that first hit in a World Series to make it all just a little better. Arrgh.