Which should have been the title of yesterday’s post. *sigh* But I will waste no time on regrets.
Yesterday, I had big plans. This is what my schedule looked like:
9:30 : Drop Squish at Parents Day Out
10:00 – 2pm : Write
So simple. A good,
quiet solid four hours in which to write. It looked so great on paper. Things don’t always go according to plan. Here’s what actually happened:
6:00 Wake up and realize husband is throwing things out of the freezer. The worst has come to pass, and the refrigerator has died in the night.
6:01 Develop an awareness that I will be expected to participate in fridge cleaning if I get out of bed.
6:45 Finally get out of bed because I need to make the coffee and breakfast before he returns from his run. I know you’re asking yourself what I’m doing making coffee when I gave it up a few weeks ago. But marriage is about give and take. I give him good coffee, and he takes my crap.
6:50 Search internet for repairman
6:52 Locate said repairman with A+ rating on website. And wait for a decent hour so I can call him.
8:01 Call repairman.
8:02 Call repairman.
8:03 Call repairman again. This guy MUST be good. His phone is always busy.
8:09 Finally reach repairman and schedule appointment.
8:09:30 Wonder if, perhaps, I have selected the wrong repairman when I am asked to spell my name four times. Slowly. Very slowly, and my last name only has six letters.
9:10 Leave early to take Squish to school because I have to pick up chocolate bars for his picnic.
9:20 Become aware that I have already forgotten about the chocolate bars and have passed all the grocery stores I am familiar with.
9:35 Arrive at school, chocolate bars in hand. But now I’m going to be late for the repairman.
9:55 I’m home! I fire up my computer in the hopes of getting some writing done while I wait.
10:15 Repairman arrives. He is very prompt, but also speaks no intelligible language. I have lived in the South my whole life and thought I had a handle on all the major dialects. I clearly do not. He sounds like a cross between James Earl Jones and a grizzly bear. I just hope he can write the important information down.
11:00am Consult with repairman. Repairs will cost $750. Here’s a play-by-play because you know you want one.
“Sir, do you know what’s wrong with it?”
“Yes.” Insert long, incredibly uncomfortable pause.
“Can you tell me what it is?”
“It’s the box.”
“The box that runs everything.” I am now enlightened. He adds, “It’s not worth fixing.”
11:05 Write check to pay for the opinion.
11:10 Beat head on desk.
11:45 Begin online search for new refrigerator. Compare brands, prices, special offers
12:45 Beat head on floor
1:00 Freezer is broken, and there is no ice. Wish I had thought of that before I beat my head on things.
2:30 Squish retrieved, the pair of us visit giant appliance store.
2:45 Though there are seven free employees, not a single one of them offers to help me. When I approach a salesperson, he leaves. Gosh, so do I.
2:50 Leave and drive to different store that is far, far away.
3:15 Arrive at store and am greeted by two employees, both happy to help me.
3:16 Locate model I was looking for and start paperwork to purchase.
3:17 Employee tells me they will be happy to deliver my new appliance. At the end of July. It’s on backorder.
3:18 Poop a brick.
3:25 Select a floor model with a small dent. It has full warranty, a feature that I was actually looking for but the first one didn’t have.
3:30 Am told by employee that they will be happy to deliver it. In one week.
3:32 Beat head against refrigerator. Not mine, of course. And the dent I left means that someone else will get a nice discount.
3:35 Purchase my refrigerator. Ask for measurements. It’s taller than the other one.
4:30 Arrive home. Measure the opening the refrigerator will nestle in.
4:31 Measure again.
4:32 Measure again. Repeat twelve times.
The space under the cabinet is 70 inches. The refrigerator specs say it is 69 3/8. It is going to be a close one. It had better fit. I’ve run out of surfaces to beat my head against.