walking out the door, the cats are chasing one another. they run
through the kitchen and i hear a decidedly un-cat-like noise. a splat.
a splat as in the sound of racing paws striking water.
not good.
sighing to close the front door and investigate, i find the
refrigerator, newly christened bane of my existence, is leaking. this,
an on-going saga since moving in here, with the darn thing either
freezing the food placed into it (ever try to crack a frozen egg?) or
not refridgerating things at all (ever see what happens to mayonnaise
that has been refridgerated, then allowed to warm, then refridgerated
again?), and now…. the freezer is on strike.
the cats, oblivious, have moved their house party to the bedroom. i, in
the meantime, am on the phone to the repairman (again), to work (sigh),
and then, to the mailbox to receive something i can work on from home
inbetween rotating towels out of the fridge and taking them down to the
dryer.
logistics are something i’m thankful of… it seems i have just enough
towels that, if i run them down to dry them as soon as i take them out,
i’ll have juuuust enough to keep this going until the repairman can get
here.
if he can/will come today.
times like this, i have to laugh. it’s like a sitcom, life. only i’m
not getting paid for adroitly handling the crisis, the only laugh track
is in my head, and there are no commercials.
actually, it’s worth it just to have no commercials. (grin)