Many of you know about my broken refrigerator saga (starting on November 19th!) and my subsequent nasty cold. I thought I was finished writing about that true story, but it turns out that I’m not.
- Don’t buy appliances from a company that is known to be struggling.
- Don’t buy General Electric.
- It’s good to buy an extended warranty on appliances (if it’s from a company that’s not struggling).
- It’s good to have a spare refrigerator, even if it’s small.
- Things will go wrong at the most inopportune time, like a broken refrigerator when I’m expecting lots of guests.
- When something unexpected puts a kink in plans, I don’t handle it very well. My mind whirls in confusion, and I need someone to help me take the situation in bite sized pieces.
- I shouldn’t berate myself for number six on this list.
- I’m the only one I know that would offer my refrigerator as temporary storage if someone told me theirs had broken down.
- My dad told me stories about how his dad worked at an ice company in the 1940’s, where he delivered blocks of ice for ice boxes in homes. In other words, old-time refrigerators. This makes me grateful for modern refrigerators, especially since I didn’t have one for three weeks.
- Even after a problematic situation is taken care of, like finally getting the refrigerator fixed, something else may go wrong.
- Don’t panic if I get a sore throat. It’ll pass.
- When I get a nasty cold, take care of myself with lots of vitamins, rest and chicken soup.
- Don’t worry about what needs to get done. Remain optimistic that the cold will be a brief setback. Like the refrigerator debacle, this too shall pass.
- Despite these minor inconveniences, I’m extremely grateful for the blessings in my life. It’s good to be home.
It’s kind of a busy week, so this post will be short and sweet. Well, maybe more savory than sweet.
Have you ever seen one of those movie scenes where a person is suffering from a serious virus and they are delirious in bed? They’re sweating it out, shaking, mumbling, tossing and turning?
That’s what’s great about the internet, you can’t catch my germs as we communicate.
Looks like I’m touching on the kitchen sink of subjects today.
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