You can hope it happens in winter.
I knew when I went to get the frozen blueberries to put in the oatmeal we were in trouble. Not that things were totally mush, but they were on their way. It died either the previous afternoon or during the night. Ever since we moved here it's been noisy, especially when it shut off. Sometimes it sounded like someone might be coming in the back door, an unsettling thought when we're in bed with the lights out. Kind of a refrigerator death rattle.
Not hearing it thump away every hour or so might have been a clue but who notices a sound that isn't there?
There are two pieces of good news. First, we're renting, it's not our refrigerator, and the landlords are replacing it. Second, while I was cleaning it out, I found a bottle of Guinness that had been shoved way to the back and forgotten.
On the flip side, the old fridge was 24" wide and 63" high. Hardly anything comes that size anymore and to make the space for a new one a shelf had to be removed and a tall, narrow cupboard I'd built to go beside the old fridge to hold cookie sheets and things like that will no longer have a home. Still, a new refrigerator is coming.
Today.
Which means we've had several hours keeping stuff cold or as close to frozen as we could keep it. At first, it all went onto the back porch. It was 17 degrees that morning. That held for a while but then the temperatures climbed into the 40s. Finally, though, with a couple coolers to deal with the critical stuff, and our unheated front hall we've managed the rest.
The new one will be here this afternoon.
Listen, it could have been August...
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