Blessings Darlings!
Mondays aren't a 'thing' with me. I work at home, so it's not like this morning is somehow different than other mornings are.
So it was a real surprise when this morning (and I realize that all y'all will likely be seeing this on Tuesday) turned into a stereotypical Monday.
I was up, had meditated, had nagged the Spawn about dirty dishes in his room, etc, and was sewing a patch on my husband's jeans. The Spawn headed out to work ... then ran back into the house. "I can't get the freezer door to close!"
We have a 1978 Sears 14.7 cubic foot upright freezer in the garage. It is NOT frost-free. It already needed to be defrosted after the long humid summer. But apparently last night, after the spawn got home from work and took out a frozen hash brown ... unit? .... Patty?... to bake, he hadn't closed the door well/totally. As a result, a bit more frost built up and now the door physically could not be closed.
Having told me, the Spawn left out for work. Leaving me with, well, work to do.
Now, I've gotten pretty efficient at defrosting this freezer since we bought it in January of 1979. But I was having trouble this time. No matter what I did, that bottom shelf WOULD NOT THAW. It only got worse. Being clearly brain-dead, it took me 90 minutes of work to figure out the problem - in my rush to get things out of the freezer, get water boiling, etc, I'd forgotten to turn the darn freezer off.
It's amazing how quickly that shelf thawed after I'd turned the freezer off.
At least that's done. Even if it's a rainy/humid fall I shouldn't have to defrost again until after Thanksgiving.
Frondly, Fern
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