My fridge went out today & when I checked to see why, it appeared my wee birds had been gnawing on a rear wire--though I never knew they played behind it. I panicked, yelled at the two likely culprits, went on Craigslist to find a used one, calmed down, & called a repairman. Then I panicked again & went into a siege of self-pity. Self-pity is a quite sour, tiresome thing & soon moves from melodrama to farce. But while you’re going at it, you really wallow & every problem in your life flashes before you again to verify that you’re a blighted soul. About ten minutes of that is all you can take. Then you become ridiculous. I waited all day for the repairman, certain I would be forking out hundreds of dollars for another fridge, & wondering what I could pawn to do so. When the repairman came at nearly 8 pm he fixed the wire in ten minutes flat & charged me $10. Momentary elation, but then he said I had a much more serious problem--a gas leak on the stove which meant I needed to replace the stove or it could blow up. Now we’re moving from elation right past self-pity into orbit. I ran next door in 30 seconds flat, by now ragged with emotional excess, to ask the neighbor what to do. He came over & reignited the pilot light on the oven. Lord knows what I would do if I really had a problem.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 01:19:04 +0000
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