Today, we said goodbye to a loyal friend....... our old refrigerator!
Fridgy, as we called her, (Actually she did not have a name.... We only name cars, trucks and motorcycles..... we aren't freaks, ya know!) came to us 18 years ago as part of a farm auction package deal that mom and Laurie found for us. Fridge, stove, washer and dryer all for $500. As of today, the stove is the last piece standing (though not for long).
Fridgy had a full life before she came to us and in the intervening years she began to show her age. A little duct tape here, a missing chrome piece there and some very strange gurgling sounds at night may have bothered other people, but not us! Fridgy kept most things cold (or sometimes frozen solid if she was having a little fit) and just did her job year after year.
When Sara got up this morning and found warm butter in Fridgy's door, we knew she was gone. Of course, we pulled her out into the middle of the floor and hit her re-set button frantically trying to bring her back...... but when her compressor softly squeaked and quit again, we knew that her time had come.
I blame myself, though. This past weekend, as I was killing time at the mall in Moose Jaw, I stopped in at Sears and began looking at new refrigerators. I even said to Sara, "Maybe it is time to swap that old one out. But it seems a little silly to get rid of something that is still working"..... now we don't have to worry about that part! (sniff!).
So...... we went shopping after work and we will have her replaced in about a week. No sense crying over warm milk, right? :)
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