Kintropy In Action

About a week and a half ago, we celebrated our fifth year as Oregonians.  Our celebration was relatively low key:  a warm smile, a quiet cheer of triumph.

Our appliances, on the other hand, turned it into Bastille Day.  Viva La Resistance!

Our new DirectTV DVR (now nicknamed Robespierre) crashed first, deciding that it really preferred to watch Spongebob and Nick At Nite than the evening news, sitcoms, or anything else.  It was stubborn.  It refused to budge from its selected channel no matter what we did.  So I reset it, losing all of our recorded shows to date.  OK - not the end of the world, but annoying nonetheless.

Our washing machine, as previously noted, joined the fray, dripping soapy water through the garage.  Blood on the pavement, as far as I was concerned.  What if it dripped into the walls?  It could shake the foundations of our little fortress!

Not to be outdone, the freezer and fridge conspired.  The freezer said, "I'll get colder and colder, but let you bask in the warm summer air without any freon.  Food will spoil.  Medicine will go bad.  We'll strike a blow for Robespierre!"  So the freezer grew colder as the refridgerator warmed up and broke.

Even the driveway, though not an appliance, sympathetically split the wood separating its concrete quadrants.  Viva La Resistance indeed!

Today, we called in the army:  the Sears repair person.  Quickly, he evaluated the fridge (mysteriously still under warranty, believe it or not) and found a defective part:  the defrost unit for the freezer.

Tonight, the rebellion has quieted.  Robespierre is back to recording what we tell him to.  The fridge is restocked with Janette's grocery run tonight, cooling its contents nicely.  The washing machine has churned through several loads today without a overloaded drip in sight.

Now we can relax, briefly, while the appliances lick their wounds, regroup, and plan the next assault.

-- Dad