Julia's going to try to salvage the strawberries and blueberries to make us smoothies tonight. The house smells kind of odd, and not in a good way. We had a clue last night that something was wrong. We'd hoped the dials had been merely pushed accidently low, so we turned them to colder. Ah, I feel sad, all that food ruined..

Julia called the repairman, and hopefully they will bring us a new refrigerator tomorrow. I took all the pictures and magnetic things off of it, and we're trying to clear a pathway. Now that I've made my lament and ate a 'Luna' bar for supper, I should go help Julia haul stuff out. She lamented, "Boy, this is some nasty stuff!" Later, she exclaimed, "Purple leakage on the floor!" (That was our blueberries...)

Wah!!

8:41pm

I am feeling of a better mood on things. But not before things got worse. I was taking out some bad bottles of sauces and stuff, (I noticed with some irony that most of them had 'expired' two years ago!), and while I was gone, Julia tried to move the flimsy metal shelving with the heavy pots and plates on it. As I was coming up the steps, I heard her cry out as things fell to the floor.

It took a while to get the worst of the breakage picked up and the unbroken things piled up elsewhere. (Why Julia didn't take stuff off of it first, I dunno.) At least she wasn't hurt. Meanwhile, after that she doesn't want the rusty old shelving unit anymore, so we'll get a sturdy industrial strength one. Meanwhile, we've kept a huge freezer box Laura had used, even though we no longer needed it. For over five years the damn thing had just been taking up space, other than its top, which we'd been using for the drying dishes. The kitchen is tiny as it is, and that big box was just taking up space. We'll have some charitable outfit come and get it. With a nice stainless steel thick wire shelf against the wall, and not next to the refrigerator between it and the stove, we'll have more space.

So after a good bit of expense, we'll have a nicer kitchen.