Baile Rochel's Staying Calm

Baile Rochel #11

I'm Staying Calm, yes I am!

There was a time when something like this would make be beserk! But I've been very good about it, amazingly good. Real cool. Oh, yes, you're a bissel curious as to what the problem is, obviously it's a problem.

For the past few months, my kids, at least the ones who visit, have been making nasty comments about my trusty old refrigerator. One even had the gall to accuse it of making him sick! Can you imagine such a thing? In reaction my husband, to show how generous he could be, gave me the green light to go fridge shopping, and I did. But I didn't buy one yet.

So today, Shabbat of all days, I noticed that the food wasn't coming out of it cold. Yes, it had died. My refrigerator died at the ripe old age of twenty. We got it for this house and moved in twenty years ago. During the twenty years, it didn't require a single repair. It kept our food cold with dignity. I'm certain that one of the reasons is that I didn't annoy it by too much intimate cleaning. I respected its privacy. We had an excellent working relationship.

And tomorrow I must buy a replacement. It will be a tough act to follow.

PS If you're curious as to what happened to all of the food in the fridge and freezer section, all I can say is: "That's what neighbors are for." My neighbors here in Shiloh are wonderful. I couldn't survive without them.