When you open the soft margarine in the morning to butter your english muffins and it looks like soup, you know it’s not going to be a good day.
We had plans today, hubby and I. His were to finish washing and painting the floor in his new secondary shop, and mine were to go to the bank and then do a bit of shopping. Instead we had a stressful day that ended about $1100 later with an almost exact duplicate of the old fridge in its place.
Once we came to grips with the fact that the fridge was not working, we debated what course of action to follow. A short debate to be sure, as food was quickly warming. We ended up calling the Whirlpool help line (hahaha, good one, Whirlpool!) where they tried to sell us a service plan and eventually conceded that the earliest they could send a repairman was the 21st! So the plan of action now became one of let’s replace the fridge ASAP. I had to get the birds done, so quickly rushed through that, as well as feeding the babies. While I did that, Scott spent the time filling four coolers with as much of the fridge contents as possible, along with the meager supply of ice cubes and frozen blocks we had on hand. The freezer was still cold, so we left that stuff in place. Then we were off.
Had to stop at the new shop Scott is setting up, because we had to pick up the trailer and a dolly. Then off to Lowe’s. They had an almost identical model to ours, only of course it was over $200 more. When you realize that we bought the other one LESS THAN FOUR YEARS AGO – yes, that’s right, we got it on Christmas eve morning of 2011 when the one before that suddenly decided to die – the fact that it was $200 more for something we didn’t even get four years out of seemed a bit outrageous. They don’t make anything like they used to. Those of us born in the 50’s or earlier remember a time when an appliance like a fridge or stove or washing machine would last 20 years, easy. Now the warranty on the fridge is ONE YEAR. Doesn’t it seem you should get at least a five year warranty on something costing over a grand??? Apparently I live in the past. I don’t care; it was more pleasant then. 🙂
OK, so we were hemming and hawing over the basically identical model or a bigger model for an additional $300, when the salesman comes by and tells us that the entire row of fridges that had the more expensive one were totally sold out. He sold 3 of these yesterday, 5 of these the day before, blah blah blah. Since when is there a run on fridges in August? I guess maybe since they only last four years before dying. OK, we’ll take the duplicate model. Present the card, load it up.
Stressful is watching the outside mirror all the way home, willing the refrigerator to remain upright. Yes, it was practically cocooned in ratchet straps, but still. Turns out the worst part was the last four miles up the twisty, windy Halls Brook Road leading to home. But we made it, and the fridge was still upright.
Now for the fun part. This fridge, though identical to the broken one, was different in that it was affixed to a wooden pallet at the bottom, which required the removal of four bolts that went up through the bottom to secure it. Have I failed to mention that today we were in the midst of a monsoon? Well we were. Finally the wooden base is removed. And then guess what? The thing is too wide to fit through the front door. Now the upper and lower doors have to be removed. Oh, and the dolly had one wheel that was flat, so any time the load was tipped to move it, it would lean to the side with the flat wheel. Such fun.
Fridge is finally in the front door, on what we call the “upper deck” area. The door from the upper deck into the dining room is also too narrow, so now Scott has to dismantle that completely.
While Scott is working on the door-frame, I go feed the babies again and then begin to empty the rest of the fridge, which was mainly just the freezer area. I cram what I can into the big freezer and into the rest of the four coolers. Stuff and cram, cram and stuff!
Finally the door-frame is dismantled, and the old fridge is wheeled out. It was not nearly as easy as that, however. Scott is soaked and exhausted by this time, and there is always just barely enough room to maneuver the damn thing. Crash! There goes a chair. Bang! Into the wall. You get the idea.
Bringing the new fridge into the kitchen was not without its drama. Same issues of there being barely enough room, coupled with the fact that by now Scott is really tired and soaking wet. I’m not much help. When I’m supposed to watch the edges of things I tend to miss one that ends up hitting something. I was told to “pull it back” my way a bit, and managed to slice open two fingers on something sharp on the back of the thing. So I then bled all over the place. LOL.
Eventually the thing was in place and we both sighed in relief when it sprang to life after being plugged in. Although you’re supposed to wait till it cools to fill it, things were getting too warm for that. As it was, I had to throw some things out. Others we are playing Russian roulette with in hopes that they have not gone bad. I remind myself of the the way my mother thawed meat on the counter when I was a kid or left a hot casserole out all night to cool and figure it probably won’t kill us.
I stuck a thermometer in the fridge a while ago and it was about 42 degrees. Almost there! Rough day; thank God it’s almost over.