We just had a couple of guys here to move a fridge for us. The forty-year-old fridge in the basement has now been replaced by a comparatively youthful, twenty-year-old fridge. The newer one also has a large freezer compartment which will, hopefully, allow us to turn off our large chest freezer. It seems like a good deal: friends gave us the newer fridge for the cost of moving it; we got rid of a very old inefficient fridge; and, we will be able to shut of one big appliance completely: good for the energy bill, good for the environment.
Once again, I am reminded that everything in this world is always more complicated than it first appears. To get a free fridge, we had to: pay to have the old one drained, pay to have it moved, and clean out the basement for the transfer. To get the fridges in and out both the inner and outer family-room doors had to be, temporarily, removed. Work, work, work. A friend once said, when you estimate out how long a job will take to do, just multiply by three to obtain the real number.
It takes work to live life successfully, more than we counted when we were dewy-eyed youths. It takes work to earn our bread, work to raise our kids, and work to nurture our relationships. It even takes work to get a free fridge. Always more work that you forecast. Always worth it. It has to be worth it, for there is no choice.
1 comment:
Well, you could have saved the old one. I kept mine to burmutate (essentially hibernate) my snakes over winter so they come out in breeding condition in the spring. I bet you could do the same.
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