The Refrigerator Fiasco

Yep, sent the guys, that's right the guys, to get  a fridge.  Our old one was on its death bed and just honestly wanted the guys gone, out of my hair.  I was still trying to work outside...I got lots of phone calls.  Do you care about the color, do you want an ice maker, bottom freezer okay?  I said I  don't really care as long as it works and doesn't cost three thousand dollars.  So the guys took it seriously.  This is the beauty I got for under a thousand.

We had carefully measured the space in the cabinet, height and width.  We did not measure the door or take into consideration how heavy this baby was!!

Hauled in our truck, new fridge and proud guys arrived.  Took the box off and quickly discovered black gets very hot in the sun.  Out of the truck, the three of us, mostly hubby, manhandled that monster to the door.  Oops!  We had to take the outside door off the house, not the fridge.  Rolled it through the entire length of the den, which caused every thing to be moved out of place for this baby to get through (still out of place, haven't got around to putting it back yet).

It entered the dining room door with maybe a half inch to spare.  Perfect size for the hole...except for the decorative wood work that was hanging down.  Got a jig saw, cut that off, and FINALLY got the fridge in place.  Now, this probably took us close to an hour...we are not good at moving big things nor measuring correctly.

Hubby said, at least it is better than last time.  I laughed with the memory.  In the first house we purchased, the fridge would not fit.  After much thinking and  owning very few tools, hubby grabbed the chainsaw.  He cut the end off the kitchen cabinet and forced the fridge into the space by bracing against the wall, shoving it in with his feet. We decided if we sold, the fridge would have to stay...and it did.

Now I have this big fridge and when all the food got transferred.  We had to get groceries today.  A job I abhor!  I have bookoos of coupons and we headed out to Kroger's about thirty miles away.  We shopped hard.

It's still not full but there are many new choices in the fridge....now I have to go clean the kitchen.  I don't know how all that sawdust got in there.  Fiasco is not really the correct word, maybe it was just almost a failure.  In fact, it was kinda fun!

Garden Update...

Super hot and dry,

we water from the creek.

Sunflowers,

gourds,

peas,

cucumbers,

and watermelons.

All still alive but not so pretty,

they'll still be good to eat.

Saturday's Work...

was just a small job.  Somewhere in the tall grass and brush, there is a spring and a pump house.  This is our water source for both homes here.

Between the May floods, getting the garden going, having calves, building fence and work in general, we had not gotten around to our second cleaning of the spring this year.

The candy-#ss that has to have hubby start the weed eater volunteered...that's me.  We are having August temps in June, I work in an air-conditioned office all week and I'm just down right out of shape, period.  I managed to knock down this year's growth so we can see the snakes, see the pump (in case we need to work on it) and see the water. 

Normally it is not this bad but we are all a little older and a little slower this year.  This part is done now.  I weed eated small willows, floribunda bushes, poison oak, and all kinds of grass...to the edge of the water.

I rested some, I drank a lot, I took some pictures and took my time but it was still too dang hot for this kind of work in the middle of the day.

After clearing some around this rock, Lil found a den of interest.  Ki comes to help, with the ball of course...

and promptly drops the tennis ball into the cannot see the back of, no end to it, den...now no one can get the ball except whatever critter is hiding in there.  Ki-Anne looks at me like, I thought that is what you wanted me to do.  After all, I was telling Lil, get it...she needed a ball to get, I guess.

We can see the spring now.  I have grass to rake out of the water and up the sides but that can wait til the sun goes down.  This Candy-#ss went to the house for a shower and many cold drinks.