My fridge quit last night.
It was 25 years old. It was "harvest gold" for crying out loud. Imagine me explaining to the decorator that even though it was a hideous color that was last popular in 1978, it still worked so I wasn't gonna buy a new one. So, the cosmic good taste arbiters decided to intervene and force me to get the ugly thing out of there.
Instead of taking Nancy to the Lowell Folk Festival, I took her to Lechmere with me to look at refrigerators. They sure have changed. For the better. They don't use nearly as much electricity and they defrost themselves! Imagine that!
I bought a GE because it was the most energy efficient one that would fit in the space in my kitchen.
They can't deliver it til Friday.
I'm forced to eat out or eat nothing but dry cereal 'til then I guess. Nancy suggested I take my bowl of Cheerios to Starbucks and order a caffe latte without the caffe.
No wonder I feel like summer is getting away from me. I'm too busy trying to keep on top of creeping obsolesence. The only reason I didn't buy a new range this weekend is it's too hot to use the oven anyway so it doesn't matter that it doesn't work. The stovetop still works. I'll wait on the range until after Vladivostok.
My new procrastination excuse: wait til after Vladivistok to buy the new range, buy the new computer, get a decent haircut, write a book proposal for "The Size of Rhode Island", start the 3 co-ops I've thought of since the Alliance meeting on Thursday....
See you after vladivostok.