So. Yesterday some things happened, one of them was the election. But the more personal (at least today if I don't have to go to the hospital) issue was the Death Rattles of the Fridge.
Yesterday I made a circuit of Lowe's, Home Depot, and Best Buy. I live in a magical corner of shopping, so those stores are five minutes apart. I was ready, basically willing, and semi-able to buy a new refrigerator, if someone had talked to me.
In three stores, I couldn't find a live human in appliances. I waited, I walked around, I sought people in appropriate company shirts/vests. Not a soul noticed. I was "just looking" but would probably have been persuaded to buy if an enthusiastic and informed salesperson had noticed me and helped me. Didn't happen.
I shopped on my own, shopped more online, identified my most likely refrigerator at Home Depot.
Went back to HD today, same store, approximately same time of day, where it was like some cosmic shift had happened. I was immediately greeted by a really on the ball guy. I told him my situation and the dimensions of my fridge space, and he took me to a Maytag fridge that was...okaaay. It definitely would have fit with room to spare, definitely affordable, but...was not what I had in mind. But - again, cosmic shift - was parked right next to the one I really wanted, that I had identified with no help from them yesterday. I told him that it was the one I wanted, but I had issues and questions about exact dimensions, and he grabbed a tape measure and yanked it out of line to drop the tape from the back of the fridge to the floor, and side to side, and I had done the same here, over and over, and it definitely appears that it will fit. But until it is safely slid into place in my existing cabinet configuration I will be sweating bullets, because it will be tight. We will be sliding it into a closely fitted space, like in a custom kitchen, unlike the sorry old dying fridge that squats there now. Oh, and though my old HD account was not still activated, they issued me another one on the spot - 12 months no interest. This fridge is SO totally out of here.
And this fridge knows it's on its way out, and it is failing even faster. I unloaded the freezer today, and sighed about throwing out all that food (and I don't even buy meat - imagine my heartbreak if it had been full of melting meat). I tossed soft and frostbitten frozen veggies, and dropped a half empty container of mango sorbet upside down near the trash can, where it oozed out like a smoothie. The freezer is worse now than a week ago. I'm eating the fresh stuff as fast as I can, and hoping I don't land in the ER. It will be a few days at best before the new fridge is here and chilling.
Today was a long day. I woke up shortly after 4 to review the election results, then did work stuff and went on the fridge hunt, work stuff, work stuff, work stuff, and it's 7 p.m. and I'm ready to crash. I had no idea how tense and wired I'd been about this election until it was over. It's like an undercurrent of jangling nerves has quieted. (I'm not totally without jangling nerves, mind you, but the election jangles are gone.)
I feel like a weight has lifted, and am amused at how things are sliding into alignment. I thought I might buy the fridge yesterday and couldn't find a living soul in the appliance department in three different stores. I researched, and went back today, and the wonderful guy (who was off yesterday - I told him about not finding a living soul in the department and he sighed) set up the sale so I can go back tomorrow and get it at the sale price, on credit, no interest.
The stars have re-aligned. I'm loving it.
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