I hope everyone has a wonderful and blessed day.
I hope everyone spends time with family and friends.
I hope everyone has a bountiful table.
And, I hope everyone has better appliances than mine.
Yesterday, I wrote about my new appliance malfunctions that presented themselves Monday while preparing baked goods for the small peopleâ€™s Thanksgiving feasts at school.
I didnâ€™t mention this in my post, but I have to say that I was most thankful that we would not be cooking a Thanksgiving meal with those appliances.
Fortunately, or so I thought until this morning, we decided to head to the beach house and host Thanksgiving dinner there.
I am thankful that we did come here overall, because I love our small town at Thanksgiving. The Christmas decorations have just been put out, and thereâ€™s such an air of gratefulness and relaxation on peopleâ€™s faces and in the little shops in our small island town that I just love.
But when we got to the house, we noticed the water dispenser on the fridge door wasnâ€™t working. This is not the first time that this has happened. Fortunately, Iâ€™m legally and otherwise bound to an electrical engineer, who is great at fixing problems like this.
Except when heâ€™s not.
In retrospect, he acknowledges that it would have been far, far easier and far, far more prudent to just live without a fridge water dispenser in the door for a day. But, heâ€™s that kind of guy, the one who has to tinker with things until they are made right. And actually, heâ€™s usually pretty successful. Seriously.
Just not today.
If LCB told this story, he would have at least a dozen pages explaining the design flaw of the refrigerator in tedious detail. I know, because I heard all of the details yesterday, several times. Trust me, as your friend, you donâ€™t want to go there.
So, to make a long story short, he had to turn off the fridge temporarily yesterday to fix the dispenser. In the middle of the night last night, I heard banging in the kitchen. I started to assume my kung fu stance, but then realized it was just LCB working on the dispenser, so I went back to sleep.
At first light, I woke to him saying, â€œChristine, Christine,â€ apprehensively.
â€œWhat?â€ I mumbled with something less than pleasantness in my voice, because I am far from a princess when I first wake up.
â€œWhen I got up last night to check everything, the fridge wasnâ€™t on. So the turkeyâ€™s been sitting that way for who knows how long.â€
That woke me up.
Then, scoutâ€™s honor, he went on to describe the two times heâ€™s had food poisoning, with pain so bad that death would have seemed like a gift. â€œYou know, I really donâ€™t want to go through that again.â€ And he said it almost like I was asking him to consider it or something.
This is me weâ€™re talking about, the girl who had H1N1 two years ago and afterwards said sheâ€™d probably prefer death or childbirth to going through that again. Yeah, Iâ€™m so all about chancing it with the turkey to save a few bucks.
And yet, he continues to discuss it, drawing even me into the conversation, and we have the 20 minute discussion thatâ€™s clearly unnecessary, as if we need to fully justify our wastefulness or something.
Like, LCB starts theorizing on who would take care of the kids while weâ€™re hurling. And on what it would be like to have all of us sick simultaneously. I bring up the fact that, while I know theyâ€™re not super old (theyâ€™ll love this description of themselves, for sure), my parents are getting to that age where things like food poisoning might hit them harder.
It was the most pointless conversation Iâ€™ve had in a long time, both of us adding points of consideration to a decision that had already been made before we opened our mouths.
Fortunately, since we are cooking â€œon the roadâ€ so to speak, without our full kitchen arsenal at our disposal, we planned a simple meal, so we only had to throw a couple of other things away (besides the turkey, of course, unless any of yâ€™all want it).
So, LCB donned some beachwear and headed out to the local grocery store in search of a properly stored turkey. Thankfully, he managed to secure one, so Thanksgiving will go on at the Island Family home as planned.
Sans the first turkey, of course.