It was a wild year, 2014. We steamrolled through it, getting done what we could as far as housekeeping and kept promising ourselves that we’d take a few days and clean house. Really, we would. Just as soon as we had some free time. Which, of course, never materialized.
Today I tackled the refrigerator and solved, I think, the mystery of the water that kept appearing on the bottom shelf. A gas refrigerator operates a bit differently than electric ones, and this one is not self-defrosting. After looking deep inside, I found a little catch cup full of ice, and from it was dripping a steady drip-drip-drip of water. I called the manufacturer, talked to a nice young man named Eric and together we figured out a solution to the problem. Fingers crossed that it’s really fixed! It’s nice to be able to call a company and have a human answer the phone—and be the same person who can fix the problem. Since I was head first in there anyway I went ahead and cleaned out the fridge, a fairly scary place.