It's not a good night when you find yourself ordering a refridgerator over the internet at nine o'clock at night. Rather then being upset, I've chosen to view this as an opportunity to embrace the quaint American tradition of zero interest and zero payments for six months.
It seems that all new appliance purchases for the Suburban Farm go this way. We wanted to replace the fridge, but we wanted to do it when we were ready, not because the ketchup had grown fur and started crawling about the place threatening to eat the dog. The dishwasher and the hot water heater were similar stories, except they involved water leaking everywhere. (Good times.)
Thankfully the chest freezer outside was working so we moved all the frozen stuff out, and we migrated all the fridge stuff up into the freezer to keep things, with the help of a couple of bags of ice, at normal refrigerator temperature. Aside from some condiments and a freakload of breast milk, we didn't loose much food.
Loosing the milk REALLY sucked. Expressing breast milk is not the easiest or most liberating thing I've ever done. I had slowly built up a very nice stockpile, some of which was in the freezer, and I was planning on donating my excess. Since we had to tap into it so hard my stockpile has been depleted to emergency rations, and now I've got to build my pad back up before I can feel comfortable giving the excess away.
The refrigerator
is nice. It's very shiny and clean and has actual drawers rather than cardboard boxes. It's even got an ice maker. (We're so uptown!) I like the freezer on the bottom since it puts the food we eat the most (produce) right at eye level. No more forgotten carrots or radishes, or at least that's my hope. We'll also save on our electric bill, since the former refrigerator was manufactured sometime in the Reagan administration (ok, it may have been as late as Bush, Sr. but that's still at least 15 years ago!)
This is just how life is. You hem and haw over buying a refrigerator for four years, and one day the universe says, "You know what! I am sooooo tired of you bitching about your refrigerator. Get over it already. It's all you talk about anymore. Blah blah blah. You're soooo boring. If you're not going to do something about it, then I'll make you do something about it. Ha!"
I wonder if we should start thinking about a new stove, a gas stove. Wouldn't that be grand...
- Gretchen
It seems that all new appliance purchases for the Suburban Farm go this way. We wanted to replace the fridge, but we wanted to do it when we were ready, not because the ketchup had grown fur and started crawling about the place threatening to eat the dog. The dishwasher and the hot water heater were similar stories, except they involved water leaking everywhere. (Good times.)
Thankfully the chest freezer outside was working so we moved all the frozen stuff out, and we migrated all the fridge stuff up into the freezer to keep things, with the help of a couple of bags of ice, at normal refrigerator temperature. Aside from some condiments and a freakload of breast milk, we didn't loose much food.
Loosing the milk REALLY sucked. Expressing breast milk is not the easiest or most liberating thing I've ever done. I had slowly built up a very nice stockpile, some of which was in the freezer, and I was planning on donating my excess. Since we had to tap into it so hard my stockpile has been depleted to emergency rations, and now I've got to build my pad back up before I can feel comfortable giving the excess away.
The refrigerator
is nice. It's very shiny and clean and has actual drawers rather than cardboard boxes. It's even got an ice maker. (We're so uptown!) I like the freezer on the bottom since it puts the food we eat the most (produce) right at eye level. No more forgotten carrots or radishes, or at least that's my hope. We'll also save on our electric bill, since the former refrigerator was manufactured sometime in the Reagan administration (ok, it may have been as late as Bush, Sr. but that's still at least 15 years ago!)This is just how life is. You hem and haw over buying a refrigerator for four years, and one day the universe says, "You know what! I am sooooo tired of you bitching about your refrigerator. Get over it already. It's all you talk about anymore. Blah blah blah. You're soooo boring. If you're not going to do something about it, then I'll make you do something about it. Ha!"
I wonder if we should start thinking about a new stove, a gas stove. Wouldn't that be grand...
- Gretchen