A chilling tail
It all started at 3:19 a.m. I awoke to a loud clapping sound, and realized it was Liylah's tail flapping insistently on the opened door of my bedroom. Now, we've only been living together for a week and a half or so, but something about Liylah's eyes told me this was not a normal visit, and it was high time to get up and investigate.
I left Gilly to his dreams and followed Liylah, who led me to the kitchen where I heard a weird noise. It sounded like water rushing behind the fridge. I peeked in on Yaron to see if perhaps he had decided to take a shower, because geographically that might have been a logical explanation. I found him sound asleep, so I slipped out quickly so as not to disturb his slumber.
I returned to the source of the noise and stood there, rather perplexed. I opened and closed the doors to both fridge and freezer, and nothing seemed to be amiss except for the odd sound. I returned to bed to ruminate; what should I do now? I hesitated to wake Gilly. Just then, he rolled over and asked what was the matter. He approached the kitchen and confidently informed me that it is just the motor that's gone on the fridge, and assured me he would attend to the problem in the morning.
A few hours later, we discussed who he would call to come and have a look at the situation. He said he had a number to call. You have to realize that we almost NEVER called a serviceman in our 24 years together. I advised him to call my mom and ask her to help look up refrigerator repair people, because I had to dash off to work and I didn't want him straining his eyes. He agreed, and that's how we left matters. In the past, he would have had the fridge open by 6 a.m. and fixed by 6:45 at the very latest. I felt that now familiar lump in my throat, but shook it off, knowing he'd solve the problem somehow, even if not by himself.
I called home to ask how things were going, and Gilly explained that he pulled out the fridge (I begged him not to do this early that morning, and suggested he ask his son to do this for him, but he assuredly replied, "It's not necessary"). Next, he told me that he opened up the back of it, and realized it was only the fan motor that was loose, and so he readjusted it and put it back together.
The fridge is now purring as softly as it was before this tail began. My hero! His magic hands are beginning to gain back their power.
Nothing else new to share today. Tomorrow, we may experience technical difficulties; the Internet is being switched from Gilly's office line (disconnected as of tomorrow) to our house line. Please don't worry if I do not post a new entry. I may be sore from the root canal I will have tomorrow, so I can use a night off. The next posting should appear on Friday.
Oh yes, for those following Yaron's hockey career, his team won 8-2 last night. Gilly was there to cheer them on.
I left Gilly to his dreams and followed Liylah, who led me to the kitchen where I heard a weird noise. It sounded like water rushing behind the fridge. I peeked in on Yaron to see if perhaps he had decided to take a shower, because geographically that might have been a logical explanation. I found him sound asleep, so I slipped out quickly so as not to disturb his slumber.
I returned to the source of the noise and stood there, rather perplexed. I opened and closed the doors to both fridge and freezer, and nothing seemed to be amiss except for the odd sound. I returned to bed to ruminate; what should I do now? I hesitated to wake Gilly. Just then, he rolled over and asked what was the matter. He approached the kitchen and confidently informed me that it is just the motor that's gone on the fridge, and assured me he would attend to the problem in the morning.
A few hours later, we discussed who he would call to come and have a look at the situation. He said he had a number to call. You have to realize that we almost NEVER called a serviceman in our 24 years together. I advised him to call my mom and ask her to help look up refrigerator repair people, because I had to dash off to work and I didn't want him straining his eyes. He agreed, and that's how we left matters. In the past, he would have had the fridge open by 6 a.m. and fixed by 6:45 at the very latest. I felt that now familiar lump in my throat, but shook it off, knowing he'd solve the problem somehow, even if not by himself.
I called home to ask how things were going, and Gilly explained that he pulled out the fridge (I begged him not to do this early that morning, and suggested he ask his son to do this for him, but he assuredly replied, "It's not necessary"). Next, he told me that he opened up the back of it, and realized it was only the fan motor that was loose, and so he readjusted it and put it back together.
The fridge is now purring as softly as it was before this tail began. My hero! His magic hands are beginning to gain back their power.
Nothing else new to share today. Tomorrow, we may experience technical difficulties; the Internet is being switched from Gilly's office line (disconnected as of tomorrow) to our house line. Please don't worry if I do not post a new entry. I may be sore from the root canal I will have tomorrow, so I can use a night off. The next posting should appear on Friday.
Oh yes, for those following Yaron's hockey career, his team won 8-2 last night. Gilly was there to cheer them on.
posted by Gilly at 8:33 PM
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