Cooler times
Losing the refrigerator is not fun, nor funny. It should not be taken lightly. When one gets up in the middle of the night, there is no longer a guiding light in the back of the kitchen. Warm milk is recommended for the very young and very old. Only.
We’re in cooler times. Specifically, the big red cooler that usually is dragged out from under the piles in the basement just before a departure to a distant campground. Right now, it’s chock full of more than nuts. And hidden under the piles in the basement. Beware of the hungry dog…
So, off to the friendly local refrigerator store, just before closing time. We are fully armed with knowledge from the web about the features, and we’re ready… to find out that we’ve picked, literally, the worst week of the year to shop for a new appliance. All the stocks are reserved for the “Grand Demenagement” of July First, when the province does its musical chair routine with housing. Well, all stocks is perhaps an exaggeration, because the higher end product lines are still available, but that\s just good economics.
The near end of my story is that the delivery truck is scheduled for two days hence, and although we’ve spent more than we thought, this is an appliance that does sentinel duty. The light at the back of the kitchen on dark and foggy nights. A place to find cold milk all the time (except Sunday when we run out). The freezer is down at the bottom, and the shelving is “fully adjustable”. We’re ready for the lazy hazy days of summer, folks.
