Betty Ago: Chill Out

Our refrigerator is not behaving well. I’m afraid that my disapproval of its demeanor may indeed result in its refusal to work at all. Our wonderful maintenance department personnel have come to take measurements because our model has been discontinued. We are now in deep freezer discussion of an appropriate replacement. I hope this happens before drastic measures have to be taken and we put our perishable items out on the patio in the snow.

Even though I no longer do a lot of cooking, a full fridge still brings a feeling of security and I am old enough to still be in love with the icemaker and filtered water dispenser.

The funny thing is that I distinctly remember my mother’s fridge misbehaving when she was about the same age that I am now. That was quite an event and cause for some disagreements. Mom definitely did not want a new one. According to her, “I’m not going to live long enough for it to pay.” The technician explained that repair parts for her ancient machine were very hard to find and indeed it may cost more to repair than replace. Still she demurred. We took her shopping, offered to pay for it, cajoled and eventually convinced. Mom used that “new” refrigerator for 25 years and never ceased to wonder at how she managed to live so long.

I believe that good refrigeration is a preservative.

Betty is a real person who resides in one of our Brookdale entry fee communities. The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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