Can’t escape the past
For good or for ill, positive or negative, the past will remind you that it exists at the oddest times.
My fridge finally died. I probably should have replaced it back when I noticed it was running oddly. And, looking back, I’m surprised that it was last summer when I made a mental note that the fridge was giving notice that it was leaving. I had time to find a replacement, but, well, what with one thing and another, I didn’t.
Still, the fridge sent more warning signals. I kept turning the dials to “colder” to keep things going.
Friday, I got something (okay, a TJ’s ice cream cookie sandwich — the ones with teeny chocolate chips around the edges of the ice cream — yum!) out of the freezer… and it was soft. Squishy, even. Usually I have to let it sit on the counter for a minute or so before it’s soft enough to bite. This one was squishy.
On Saturday I noticed, somewhere mid-day, that I hadn’t heard the fridge run for a while. (Yes, the fridge made enough noise — and the “normal” noises were sufficiently odd — that it registered somewhere in my brain.) Hrm. Checked and most of the food in the freezer seemed okay, but food in the fridge was warmer than fridge temps.
Okay.
Fine.
I’ll go buy a fridge. So I trundle off to Standard Appliance. I chose a lovely, freezer-on-the-bottom fridge. It’s similar to the one Todd (the ex-husband) and I bought to put into the house we built, similar to the one Todd (the ex-husband) and I bought to put into the house we remodeled that financed half of the house we built. It’ll be delivered tomorrow morning.
The fridge decision isn’t the “can’t escape the past” bit; I made the decisions on the previous refrigerators because (here’s a surprise) I have opinions about fridges.
The “can’t escape” part came when I got into the car to go to Standard Appliances. My radio is preferentially tuned to OPB so, as I pull out of the driveway, I hear a re-run of Robert Krulwich’s on Time..
…including the interview with Todd (the ex-husband), which was the first voice I heard.
I think the word I’m looking for is “surreal”.
Meantime, I’m having frozen pizza for dinner, ’cause that box didn’t come close to fitting into my ice chests.