Yay! It's cold again!
No, not yay for cold weather- Yay for a cold fridge!
After over a week without use of my kitchen refrigerator, the appliance repairman finally came again last night. At like 5:30 and after a couple phone calls to find out if he was still coming. He was scheduled to come between 3 and 5. BH wondered why he left his work meeting early to be home at 3 if the guy didn’t even show up!
I digress.
The repairman returned after a week. He brought the new computer board that was broken that had shut down the fridge. After replacing it, he then informs me that the refrigerator is still broken- that the compressor is fried, too. Visions of another week spent going to and from the garage for a cup of milk or for jelly to put on the sandwiches dance through my head.
These are not happy visions.
“Hear that hum and pop?” he says. “That’s not good. That means that the compressor isn’t working.”
But, alas, he was wrong. He eventually ran a double-check with a double-checker thingamajig. He put in a new relay thingamabopper and the compressor worked. So it wasn’t a fried compressor but, rather, a fried relay. He had a relay dealyschmealy in his truck, so he was able to replace it last night and not have to order another part.
What’s funny (not so ha-ha funny but more ironic funny) about the week-long awaited repair is that the part was shipped OVERNIGHT in the first place… because a broken refrigerator is a really big, important deal.
And because this made me laugh, here is a blip from Blessing #3’s bedtime prayer:
“…in Jesus’s name, Amen!.... wait, wait, wait. Oh yeah, and God? Thank you for this world because if you didn’t make us this world, then we’d all just be floating around in space. And then we wouldn’t be able to eat. And it’d be hard to get a drink. So thank you for this world! Amen!”
I digress.
The repairman returned after a week. He brought the new computer board that was broken that had shut down the fridge. After replacing it, he then informs me that the refrigerator is still broken- that the compressor is fried, too. Visions of another week spent going to and from the garage for a cup of milk or for jelly to put on the sandwiches dance through my head.
These are not happy visions.
“Hear that hum and pop?” he says. “That’s not good. That means that the compressor isn’t working.”
But, alas, he was wrong. He eventually ran a double-check with a double-checker thingamajig. He put in a new relay thingamabopper and the compressor worked. So it wasn’t a fried compressor but, rather, a fried relay. He had a relay dealyschmealy in his truck, so he was able to replace it last night and not have to order another part.
What’s funny (not so ha-ha funny but more ironic funny) about the week-long awaited repair is that the part was shipped OVERNIGHT in the first place… because a broken refrigerator is a really big, important deal.
And because this made me laugh, here is a blip from Blessing #3’s bedtime prayer:
“…in Jesus’s name, Amen!.... wait, wait, wait. Oh yeah, and God? Thank you for this world because if you didn’t make us this world, then we’d all just be floating around in space. And then we wouldn’t be able to eat. And it’d be hard to get a drink. So thank you for this world! Amen!”
by LaughterThoughts | 10:43 AM
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1 Comments:
Yay for a working in the kitchen, at your convenience fridge!! Hope your girls are feeling better.
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