One person's disaster is another's reminder

 My neighbor, whose history with refrigerators has been more of a comedy of errors than he deserves, came over this afternoon to announce his high end very expensive stainless steel fridge has yet again broken down.

Three months ago he had to store a lot of perishable food in various friends' fridges including mine, and I thought that was the need now.

 Not immediately, the freezer is kaput, the fridge working for now. Wondered if I still had the bag of ice I stored for him last time around, forgetting I'd given it back.

Which reminded me to tell him I didn't have room to do that again, on account of the art materials stuffed along with food in my chest freezer.

Last time there was a freezer event at his house, another neighbor and I heard what sounded like hammering in his kitchen. We had keys, he was away, and we went in to see.

And were met with ice cubes flying out of the ice maker in the door at high speed, bouncing and ricocheting all over the kitchen, hitting us sharply as we struggled to sweep up the ice floes on the floor and hope the fusillade would stop. Those things sting.

 It slowed down some, we called him to advise him to get home.  Which he did, after angrily calling the repair people who'd just replaced a no-freezing ice maker which had flooded the kitchen with ice water while he was at work.

Now the freezer is working and the fridge has gone again.

So now he's ordering a new one. Earliest delivery mid- September..

I don't have the heart to mention I'm still using the GE that came with the house. In 1992. Working fine.

And I'm reminded that papermaking is on the Summer's agenda.