A New Fridge and 21 Years
Our fridge has been dying for, oh about, two years now. We’ve had a few financial difficulties which meant that we have to make what we have last longer than it really should. Fortunately for us the fridge has held up remarkably well over the years and I’m quite frankly surprised that it’s lasted this long. (It’s a 19 year old side-by-side Maytag.)
Why are we getting rid of it? Last night it was discovered that ice had been building up along the bottom and was preventing the door from closing. It’s a no-ice fridge which means that, unlike really old fridges, ice doesn’t build up along the sides. I’m sure it was all very innovative two decades ago. For some reason the freezer defrosted a bit too much, or the compressor hasn’t been working as it should, that doesn’t exactly bode well for its future. For right now it’s still running and keeping the things in the fridge closed, but no one is sure how much longer it’s going to run so we definitely need a new fridge.
So a new fridge was purchased this afternoon, it’s a white LG that cost $300. I may have cried a little at the price tag because it seems like such a large amount of cash to fork over. That means that whatever was going to happen for my birthday, probably nothing anyway, is definitely not going to happen and surprisingly I’m more than okay with that. I know, I know it’s not that bad, I’m worrying over nothing and for a decent fridge it’s actually a pretty decent price. It still seems like a lot of money to part with to me, though!
Monday, if you were wondering, is my 21st birthday. I think I must be the only person in the whole wide world who doesn’t give a rats ass about birthdays. So I’m a year older, was it hard work? Yes and no, but I don’t think that it’s deserving of a celebration. Now I’m not saying that I’ll turn down a white cake (psst, Mom, that’s a hint), I just don’t need shiny baubles or cards, a “happy birthday, Beck” will suffice. I think that it has something to do with the fact that I don’t want to get older and this is just a reminder that I am getting older and there’s really nothing that I can do about it.
Okay, I’m rambling and I should probably go finish cleaning the junk off the top of the fridge.
