Not MORE shit.
In the grand scheme of things, I suppose it’s not so bad. The refrigerator I bought a year and a half ago has blown its control panel and, well, it runs, but it won’t defrost itself, so that the motor gradually has become noisier and noisier, only because the frost all accumulates way way in the back of the freezer compartment which has drawers that roll out on rails, you don’t see it, so I read the manual and figured that the thing needed leveling. With what, I can’t think, but I wasn’t about to call a repairman till the inside of the fridge started warming up. At least I still had the phone number of the outfit I called something like twenty years ago for the dryer, who did right by me and everyone I referred to them. Their truck still sports the graphic that caught my eye back then in the phone book: a cartoon refrigerator, endowed with a mocking facial expression, fingers in its anthropomorphic ears, chanting “Nanny Nanny Bo Bo” over a larger caption: “Is your appliance acting up?”
There went my morning. The part of the day I usually spend in the gym. In my continuing project of convincing my neighbors I have lost my marbles, I beguiled the time spent waiting for the repair call in the front yard (it has been a crisp, clear, delightful day) with two dumbbells and a thing that wants me to think it is a kettlebell but is really just a bowling ball bag filled with sand.
Here is my Front Yard Workout:
Thirty kata punches with light dumbbells
Twenty unweighted Good Mornings (a hinge movement from the hips, down and up again)
Thirty or forty upward punches with the dumbbells
Forty Hindu Squats
Ten pushups off a bench
Twenty rows each side with the kettlebell, in a lunge position
Twenty upright rows with the kettlebell
Some bicep curls, after figuring out a productive way to get both hands on the handle of the kettlebell
Repeat the most fun movements until the phone rings telling me that the truck is on its way
It wasn’t bad, of its kind. I can feel it a bit already, at six in the evening. I may do this sort of thing on breaks during long client days when I felt rushed in the gym.
They have to order the panel. Sort of a refrigerator motherboard, I guess. The tech says I can use the fridge again once the frost melts. There are towels all over the floor. He dismantled the freezer drawers to get to the guts of the thing and they will have to come out again for the final repair, so I said just leave them out, and they are in the middle of the dining room rug, next to two laundry baskets full of frozen food and cooler bricks. The cats are confused.
I just want one day when nothing happens. Over and over, all day long.