Like everyone else I know, I’m ridiculously busy. We’re about a month away from sending in the final draft of TJB5, and it’s consuming me. We also have another writing project we’re working on. And a lovely person has given me yet another novel to consider writing, and it’s never far from my thoughts, either. All these characters are making me nuts.
Of course, this is the time when clients begin to call. And even though I hadn’t planned on seeing any until after September, the income will be nice. Because…
For a while, Tim’s refrigerator has been less than cooperative. Sometimes it seems to keep everything cool; others, not so much. Monday evening, he and I went to a Sears outlet so I could save several hundred dollars on a new refrigerator. Tim doesn’t get the new one. It will go here:
Big empty space in my kitchen.
The refrigerator formerly known as mine is now humming away in Tim’s apartment, full of the food of two households. VERY full. It’s a bit inconvenient not to have a refrigerator in my house. The outlet store doesn’t deliver, but they gave us the name of a man who delivers for them. We have to set up the delivery and pay for it separately. Except this man hasn’t returned our three panicked calls. Oh, again. The homeowner’s lament: It’s impossible to find anyone who doesn’t act as if they’re doing you a favor to take your money. Tom may end up renting a truck and doing it himself. It’ll probably be cheaper.
At least I cleaned the space where the refrigerator belongs (the floor and bottoms of the walls–Tom did the higher stuff. Like a character in A Coventry Christmas*, I hate ladders.).
I also moved the stove and cleaned under it. It was all just dust. Lots and lots of dust. No dead bugs (this makes me very happy). And one lone kernel of popped corn. I’m sure Margot, Holder of Grudges, has been pissed off about that ever since it went under there. Which could have been any time in the last year. I don’t make a habit of cleaning under the stove because I’m not my mother, God’s Housekeeper.
More to come…
*blatant self-promotion
I don’t clean under my appliances like I should. When I do, most of what is under there is dog hair–enough usually for a third dog–which I should probably be too embarrassed to admit, but there you go.
I won’t tell a soul. =)
If Tom does pick it up, let me know and I’ll bring over a hand-truck/dolley so you can just roll it on into your kitchen…
He picked it up. We had Lynne’s hand truck, but he also got one from U-Haul. Right after he got here with the refrigerator, the delivery guy called. I think he’s got a deal with the “phone truck” people to know what we’re up to.
Did you know there are a lot of guidelines for moving a refrigerator? I had no idea. Including that it has to sit for several hours before you plug it in. Something about oil settling. There’s oil in a refrigerator? Crazy.
Of course, I’m the person who burned up a car engine in 1987 because of not understanding the concept of oil. I was raised a Southern American Princess…