ACHTUNG!  THIS IS A WHINY, “POOR ME” POST!

It's actually a very expensive fridge. Really.

Sunday morning, or Day 5 of no refrigerator. The part that had to be ordered from LG arrived Friday, was installed Saturday – and was defective.  I was at my massage.  M apparently told the repair guy: “It was good that EH wasn’t here, because her head would have blown up.”  The guy laughed nervously.

Yes, it was good that the repair guy was gone before I came home, because while he was here he told M that he thinks they’ll have the replacement replacement part ready – by this coming Wednesday.

Really? Have these people never heard of Fed Ex?

So today is Day 5 of using up stuff in the fridge, buying dry ice and regular ice and schlepping it home.  Today is Day 2 of homemade waffles (using up whole wheat pastry flour – which I keep in the freezer – soymilk, eggs, butter).  Day 3 of my being completely over roughing it in my own home. Day 3 of my tossing out food that I wouldn’t be willing to eat, even if well-cooked.

Now I know that humans have survived millennia without refrigerators.  We’re spoiled by not having spoiled food.  Usually thinking historically can get me over any temper tantrum I am inclined to have over modern inconveniences. And if we didn’t have to have certain foodstuffs in reserve (like milk and cheese and eggs) for P, maybe it would be easier.

I tried to think of it in terms of the positives – but I couldn’t find any positives, except for maybe a lower power bill next month?

The annoyance is more than the food and cooling – it’s canceling plans just so I can sit home on beautiful sunny days, waiting around for service calls, waiting for calls back from the service people, waiting to find out if my LL will get off his ass to get some sort of loaner fridge (apparently such things exist – but I am not holding my breath).

In any case, I’m over the refrigerator drama.  I’m not a soap opera sort of girl. I like things settled, certain, and orderly.  Someone just fix the f-ing refrigerator already.