out with the old part 2

 

Listening to my refrigerator continually grinding away, and watching my electric bill go up by a third week to week, I have been trying to get a new one for a while. While I bought the old one —very old, I think more than 35 years old—myself, the building is obliged to supply me with one, and given that the "supply chain" is not what it should be, I thought it best to accept a slightly used refrigerator from another apartment. It's the right size, which it to say all Mammadou and Danny had to do was remove the stove knobs and handles and the refrigerator doors to get through the galley kitchen. I did not tell them that the building-supplied refrigerator from the 60s is still in the living room. And still functioning.

And—tada!—four hours later I have a freezer that's not continually defrosting to put my ice packs in. And Thanksgiving will happen (alla you folk with big ole suburban kitchens and lots of counter space just understand that it's not really necessary, though having two refrigerators is a great help!) And it's so quiet. I can stop worrying about it. Phew.