Well, I witnessed a spontenious healing tonight. It was all very strange, but I do have a witness that it wasn't just a halucination.
See, I'd been having one of those days where everything just went sort of wrong. Not cataclysmically wrong. Just annoyingly wrong. This was possibly brought on by the bad karma of not fully cleaning up after my Easter Dinner Party on Sunday. (Today is, afterall, Tuesday and the kitchen was still full of unwashed dishes.) Anyway, after a day of all these annoying things I came home and discovered that my fridge was dead.
Seriously, the thing had no heartbeat. When I opened the door no friendly little light greeted me. Things were beginning to think about going to room temperature. It was all very disconcerting and annoying.
Being the geek I am, there are a few troubleshooting methods burned into my brain anytime something doesn't work. For instance, I first checked to make sure the thing was plugged in. Then I checked to make sure the circuit breaker was in the 'on' position. Everything looked relatively fine (except for the scary part about the unfinished wall behind the fridge where the crazy previous owner didn't bother to make good electrical connections to the outlet this major appliance is plugged into.)
Sarah stopped by for a bit and I told her my tale of woe and displayed the patient. She confirmed it was dead. We discussed options, finally settling on calling the appliance doctor tomorrow and researching new refrigerators just in case.
But if the fridge doctor was going to make a housecall tomorrow - there was no way I could leave all those unkempt dishes laying around. They would not only be stinky, but in the way and liable to break while the patient was being worked on.
So I set myself to the task of washing all the dishes - beginning at the sensible hour of 11pm. (Have I mentioned I don't have a dishwasher?)
Somewhere in the middle of the adventure I uncovered the mess that the preparation of various sauces had left on my stove. I was waiting for some of the dishes to air dry, so I entertained myself by giving the stove a sponge bath. Poor thing needed it pretty badly, and perhaps if I could show the appliance doctor that I really wasn't a bad mother he would let me keep my fridge.
When I finished up, I began pondering moving my Easter Eggs out onto the back porch (the weather outside is frightful) so I opened the fridge door quickly, hoping not to let out too much cold air.
To my utter suprise.... the friendly fridge door light came on and I was greeted by the pleasant hum of cooling action.
Seriously. All I did was give my stove a little TLC - and in return, the fridge turned on again. How weird is my life? What should the next step be? Do we still need to call the appliance doctor? Or perhaps a witch doctor?
At any rate, I finished cleaning up the mess since I'd gotten that far anyway, and couldn't help but open the door every ten minutes to make sure it really was working. When I was finished, I ate two very well-chilled Easter Eggs.
What is going on here?
Books: Yay! I'm told there's nothing seriously wrong with Chapter 41. How nice! Soon (very, very soon) Sarah will have more chapters to tell me she hasn't read yet because other people are paying for her services.
