Our refrigerator may be a Decepticon.
Do Decepticons smell?
Do they alternate freezing things in their vegetable bins and at their back walls?
Is mine trying to do me in?
One thing it’s not is a ninja. (Our Northeast word for a super do-er.)
I am struggling always to find (and indeed finding — hence, this post’s title) a way to house, refrigerate, heat, cool, and bathroom 4 adults, 4 kids, and a puppy (the goldfish are a non-issue) (so far).
Four families, in essence, all using one deceptively *large* ‘fridge. Fun is the one thing it hasn’t been, here in Ever-pack-rat-ville — especially in summer when more beer, more cookout foods, more deviled eggs, more salad fixings, sudden corn on the cobs, summer-long birthday cakes, and whole watermelons threaten my very sanity.
Yes, the little square ‘fridge that was banished from my room to storage a year ago has come back inside. Suffice it to say “storage” means it’s been outside on the deck for a full New England year — but it’s so old, it still works perfectly well. That‘s a ninja.
Until summer-daughter decided to expand her stay here indefinitely, I had portioned out the fam refrigerator to accommodate us all. I was able to store my special foods in a smallish cardboard box (“MOM’s”) on the middle shelf, which hid less-used items of mine behind it, like a small jar of light mayo.. frozen solid. Daughter with children had the right vegetable bin and some door space (and 2/3 of the two-drawer freezer). DH had the rest (not counting the shared 3 dedicated plastic boxes of condiments, salad dressings, and sauces of every kind).
Sometime after 3 people moved out over the years, the left bin had returned to being a vegetable drawer (it was alternating the freezing pattern by then), and the rest of the refrigerator seemed to be mostly for 24/7/365 leftovers and restaurant take-out boxes and petrifying pizzas still in their boxes. Until now.
Long story not any shorter, the summer+ daughter inherited the left bin (and more — she is a health nut), and now I needed to make room once again for my little ‘fridge atop my chest of drawers. For a while, there, I’d felt normal; the chest’s top had held my *jewelry* box, makeup kit, a stand mirror, a decorative little humidifier, 2 Raphael’s angel boxes for mementos and for religious items, and I’d recently made room for a lamp, since the ceiling fixture is modern (1-piece LED mess) and burned out. If only I’d married a plumber instead of a carpenter/house builder.. It’ll be a while.
I also needed to fit my framed Jesus portrait (with my mom’s little lamb statue ever beholding His Heart) somewhere, as well as the small mantel clock which matched Aunt Jean’s screw-top golden (bronze under) apple that hides/holds small things like swim earplugs, mysterious bolts, thumbtacks and a guitar pick. (If you don’t know anyone who was born in the 1800s, I’m sorry — they had cool stuff that will outlast us all. Plus, the raaaather sharp leaf on this hefty apple can also act as a WSD [Weapon of Small Destruction] should an intruder be foolish enough to add to my level of carping.)
I needed not only to see Jesus now and then, but the clock even moreso. I arranged and rearranged and then rearranged on and around the ‘fridge-not-built-for-bureau-tops (oh, let’s say an hour or so of precious life was not well-spent), and I can finally see the clock from just about anywhere in the room.
The clock doesn’t work, of course. It stopped two weeks ago and it may not just be a battery/seat issue anymore (it is a 14th anniversary gift to us from son 22 years ago next month!). Well, we’ll see — but this is why I can’t take myself too seriously, and neither should anyone else!