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"You are like salt for
everyone on earth. But if salt no longer tastes like
salt, how can it make food salty? All it is good for is
to be thrown out and walked on."
- Matthew 5:13 (CEV)
When we moved into our house, we purchased a used
refrigerator to move in at the same time. It was not a
small fridge. It was a mammoth on wheels. It took
three guys to man-handle the sucker to get it in the
door and set into place. Thankfully we didn't follow
through with our plans to put an addition on the house
to accommodate that fridge, because it only lasted two
weeks. On about the 10th day I noticed that the food
was not staying cold. On the 12th day the fridge and
all it contained had apparently died, as the waft of air
indicated upon opening the door in the morning. Note:
refrigerators should NOT have morning breath. Nor
should a mammoth refrigerator be "wooly" on
the inside.
My wife and I went to plan "B." We moved the
wooly mammoth sucker out to the curb (side note somebody
actually stopped and asked us if they could take the
fridge away!! "Uh, gee, uh, I'll have ta ask the
missus.... hang on!" Sheesh!). In the meantime we
lived out of a cooler, like some sort of extended picnic
that was no picnic in the least, if you know what I'm
saying. Don't get me wrong. Picnics rock, and so do
Igloo coolers, but not for a week, ahight? Then we went
to our old house to pick up our old refrigerator and
moved it in. Cool. Literally.
We finally got it restocked with new low-carb foods and
condiments and such. Life was grand for all of about 2
months. Then the old fridge followed in the footsteps,
or caster trails as it were, of its wooly mammoth
predecessor. Again, one morning I opened the fridge
door and... whew! it took my breath away. Joy. I was
happy.
UNCOOL, again.
I have NEVER, EVER replaced a refrigerator before. Why
on earth would two of them go bad in as many months? I
thought there must be something wrong with the wiring in
our house or something. Maybe that's what I wanted the
problem to be. The last thing I wanted to do was yank
another fridge out of the house and bring in a third.
But after speaking with my father, I learned that with
the newer types of refrigerators, once the Freon goes
bad, the refrigerator is no good. I guess it changes
chemically and becomes Freoff. Ok, that was certainly
not worth typing.
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Friday, November 21st, 2008 
