Day 2085 It’s orange!

29th April 2023

What a day it’s been, one that we’ve dreaded, not because we didn’t want to do it, rather the effort required in completing the task.

It was fridge moving day, out with the big mother of an appliance and in with sleek Italian model.

But first it was moving out the old monster that had to be disconnected from the water supply. This was because it had an automatic ice maker which the new fridge doesn’t have.

After getting soaked, thinking I had turned the water off, only to find I hadn’t, but once that was done stage one was complete.

Next step was to move it clear so we could bring the new one in.

First the floor had to be cleaned. It was very dirty under there, but I did find a pencil I had lost, a result.

We had borrowed a dolly from Larry and used it to move the monster closer to the door, allowing us passage for the new beast.

Our first attempt to move the new one failed because the garage door got in the way because the box was very tall, so we had to close it. Then because of its height it was hard to tip it and support the weight.

Kelli suggested that I go and ask big Dave, who lived across the road, to help us (where was he when we had to move the piano?)

He was sittings outside eating a pizza, as you do here.

Putting his lunch aside, he sprung into action, I’m sure he could have picked it up and carried it under his arm.

We finally got it in the house and could unpack it, getting the old one out was next on the agenda.

Kelli was revealing the orange splendour of the new fridge. The heavenly choir sang, as the sun shone even more brightly than usual, the appliance glowed, “I will name it Max Jaffa” I thought, I kept that to myself as Kelli wouldn’t know who I was talking about.

Big Dave returned with a strap to tie the monster to the dolly.

I had to remove the door and screen door to be able to get it into the garage, but once that was done it went remarkably easy.

We moved the new fridge into position whilst Kelli had to cull the bottles and stuff that came out of the old one. Downsizing is not a common thing over here, but the recycling bin soon filled up.

The “Max Jaffa” certainly takes a bit of getting used to, it certainly makes a statement, now the rest of the kitchen remodel can take place.