I think the fridge's death-throes started sometime Thursday night. Friday morning when I opened it to get some milk, it seemed OK. I was out for a couple hours, and when I came back, there was water on the floor, leaking from the fridge.
And everything in the freezer had turned to mush.
I called the main office because I couldn't get hold of the manager, and this was in the nature of an emergency, I thought. Anway...the guy connected me to the maintenance person. I explained the problem, and she said she'd get back to me after she contacted their refrigerator person.
Couldn't get anybody out here that day (Friday), but Saturday morning someone could be here. Nope. That doesn't work for me. Saturday morning is when I'm in shul and at kiddush from 10am to more or less 2 pm. OK, she said there'd be someone here between 2 and 5. I was betting closer to 5. For once, I failed to give credit where credit was due.
The guy arrived at 2:40. When he pulled the fridge out, I saw that the space needed to be mopped before it could be put back. It really shouldn't get that dirty, but I just don't have the strength to move the fridge out of the corner. So, anyway, the floor got mopped while the the fridge guy found the problem.
It was a little piece of plastic about one inch in all three dimensions. I think he called it the condenser, but that doesn't seem quite right. It was con...something.
The fridge is 14 years old, and I was hoping maybe for a new one. But no. The guy said it's probably good for another two years.
Oh, yes, I got my old foam cooler out, borrowed another one from a neighbor, went to the store and got couple bags of ice to keep my milk and cheese and some other perishables. Nothing was salvageable in the freezer, though.
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In happier news.
My darling grandaughter Kimberly sent me a box of 8 individually boxed Fairytale Brownies. Each box has either a menorah or a dreidl on the lid. I was going to save them for Chanukah, but temptation got the best of me. If I can resist, then there will be a brownie for at least six days of Chanukah. But don't hold your breath.
And, also, in spite of the conspiracy against Megan, she renewed my subscription to Noah's Bagels for another year. That means one dozen FREE bagels once a month for a year. Actually a baker's dozen, because when you buy 12, they throw in one more for good measure. Isn't she a sweetie?
Even better news. I checked my savings account and I'll be able to do Chanukah and Christmas both this year.
And on that joyful note, I'll say HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ONE AND ALL!
Shalom