Never a dull moment
The contents of the refrigimatator had gotten into the usual state of disarray that they get into after a few weeks (or maybe a month or two in this case). My refrigimatator is particularly hard to keep up with because the GG is forever filling it up with extra stuff for his boondoggles or to supply FlaMan. I AM NOT COMPLAINING (although it does drive me nuts). But this is just part of the life I chose. I support the boondoggles (even cook lasagna for them sometimes) and I am a HUGE FlaMan fan.
Anyway, my main target today was the veggie crisper drawers and due to a design flaw when we redid The Landfill Chitchen, you have to pull the fridge out of its “nook” a bit so you can open the doors enough to pull the drawers out. This is a pain in the *ss but usually I can slowly trundle it out. Today? Wouldn’t budge. Did somebody put a ton of bricks in it? I did not know. I am not mechanically inclined at all and so was not equal to this task but I knew who was. My personal mechanical engineer. (Actually he is NOT an engineer, he’s a computer scientist, but I think he inherited a lot of his engineer dad’s DNA.)
After quite some assessment of the problem, it was determined that the wheels had deteriorated to the point of failure. I was standing at the sink watching, wondering how the hell do we fix that? Envisioning my refrigerator tipped on its side somehow? The two of us even with our kids aren’t strong enough to handle a job like that. Would we have to actually hire a repair person? Now. I am not averse to hiring such a person but the GG definitely is.
The next thing he did was pull a little package of plastic thingies off the top of the fridge. Whut? “Oh, I ordered these wheels a while back.” New fridge wheels. Again. Whut? He then began telling me about methods for LIFTING the fridge up *in place*. Or at least pulled out of its nook.
BTW: The fridge is *in* that nook because it was the only place it would fit. This is not a large kitchen but, unlike at the moomincabin, I do not usually find myself butt dancing with other people. Unless they are deliberately trying to butt dance with me. TMI? At the moomincabin, I was usually butt dancing with The Commander. Not deliberately.
April 13th, 2026 at 10:47 pm
Your fridge looks exactly like mine! Is it also 30 years old? 🙂 John isn’t an engineer either but has that kind of brain and also hates (refuses to) hire out work, in spite of his bad shoulder and increasing age. Ahem. I don’t say anything like that to him, of course.