Things fall apart

I once read an article that explained why appliances always seem to give up the ghost when a new owner moves into a house.  This article said not to blame the seller for foisting off defective items; it’s the change in usage patterns that does them in.

That sounded sort of plausible at the time.  But it doesn’t explain why all our appliances have waited until two weeks before we leave to quit on us.  I think that, like the dog and the chickens, they sense that Something Is Up and they are conveying their deep displeasure.

The broiler turns itself on and won’t turn off, and I don’t need to tell you that this is a very bad thing indeed. The refrigerator is leaking water all over the kitchen floor – we have to pile towels in front of it every night.  The shower drain is hopelessly stopped up.

Honestly.  I have other things I need to be doing right now.

I’ll spare you the pictures.

Update 11 August 2011: Just called the towing company – the Honda overheated on the way home from the post office downtown.

Update 12 August 2011:Andreas thought he’d fixed the oven.  Well, I’ve got news for everybody and it’s called Broiler Blackened Banana Bars.  They don’t taste as bad as you might think (they have kind of like a caramelized crust) but that range is a serious fire hazard.  Looks like we’re getting a new one today.

The evil appliance lurks darkly in the background.


About lornaofarabia

I am a teacher from Medford, Oregon. I currently live and work in Bangkok, Thailand.
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1 Response to Things fall apart

  1. Oh my goodness, Lorna. I just tried to e-mail Andreas about a benefit for the Fukushima children and his automatic reply led me to your Blog. Most of all, are you all right and how is the rest of the family? I never knew both of you were so adventurous and truly celebrate your courage to risk yourselves for your vision. But at the same time, do be on guard for your life. I’d be most interested in learning what happens. Perhaps, you’re heading back or have already.
    Wherever you are, God speed. Love, Tammy

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