YOU MAKE ME FEEL.................

No, it isn't a new quiz going around in J-land....I am going to tell you about the new MAN in my life. His name is BOB. (name changed to protect the guilty) Bob is the repair man. He arrived this morning, dissappointed that the dust bunny collection that he did on Friday, did NOT solve the problem. Doc was there on Friday to talk to him about refrigeration and being billed in 15 minute increments I hope it was worth it and Doc can now add all of the information into his brain.

Now before you think I don't know how to sweep under my own refrigerator, let me 'splain. I have a subzero (pictured above) with the freezer on the bottom. It is built into my cabinets and it order to get underneath the bastard, one has to take the two freezers out and undo the screws, holding the plate on, and then make a clean sweep. I can't do that. The freezers are too heavy, even without food in them. Doc can't do it because he has neck and back problems.  There you have it!  So, Bob did it and thought that would solve the problem. Granted, you could make a small afgan with the angora from the bunnies under there, but that isn't the problem. I need a new thermostat.

So today Bob came back with his thermometer to accurately measure the temperature. I told him, that it will register the preset 36 degress, because I haven't opened it all night. If he would come back in the afternoon, it will climb up to 51 degrees. It was then that I noticed Bob's facial tick. Bob doesn't like to be wrong, Bob said! Bob wanted to know what time of day the temperature rises. (Hell Bob, are we talking MY temerature or the refrigerators, because mine is rising like yeast in a breadmaker right about now.)  Does it really matter what time of day the temperature rises and why would I lie about such a thing. Well Bob doesn't like to be wrong. He asked me about the freezer and told me that I could convert the freezer into a refrigerator. "Well BOB, I don't want to do that, because ocassionally I like a little ice in my vodka!"  Bob looks disapprovingly, facial tick REALLY pronounced now. Well, Bob will have to go back to the shop and call Subzero and talk about it! I told Bob to pull up the previous tickets from the last few years and it would tell him the history of this refrigerator. <<<<sigh>>>> Bob (facial tick) prefers to do it HIS way.  OK........he's supposed to call me back. It will be awhile before he fixes it.

  I still have a small refrigerator in the kitchen that holds my salad food. I have been putting all perishables in there. It is currently 49 degrees in THAT refrigerator.

 I have accepted that Bob doesn't want to make mistakes and Bob will eventually fix it. (BTW.....no charge until Bob figures it out) Bob left the building (my house) and I turned on the radio. It was Aretha Franklin singing, "Natural Woman" and I had to sing along with her to the top of my lungs, WITH Bobs facial tick!  Sometimes, I amuse myself. Next came, "Chain of Fools" Let me tell you when Bob leaves and you find yourself at the head of the chain with a self-imposed facial tick, it's not a good sign.

Doc is home for dinner. I guess it's time to tell him, we are having wilted lettuce salad for dinner...........for a long time!