Reading a post by J.D. over at Mouth of the Brazos about his hunt for a new stove reminded me of a curious encounter with gender politics last month.
The ice-maker in our 13-year-old fridge started producing not cubes of ice but giant icebergs by apparently leaking water onto cubes already made. After removing several of the bergs with much chopping and cursing, I figured Mrs. C. would insist on a new fridge though we’ve had no other problems with the thing.
She surprised me when she didn’t say any such thing, but went and found the replacement ice-maker online and then, wonder of wonders, installed it by herself. Only the cover was upside down. I knew it wasn’t wise but I couldn’t resist pointing it out. I tried to back-fill by insisting that it was a minor matter and I would never mention it again.
She fixed it. Looks like I’m going to be in complete retirement soon.
















I thought I already mentioned this…I don’t ever want another fridge with an icemaker. The water sucks so bad here at the Gulf Coast that none of them last more than a year. Water heaters are also consumed quickly.
There is just too much crap in the water, and the treatment facilities are inadequate. That’s why we buy water. I am not drinking the cow, coon, possum, deer, and people waste out of the thousand or so miles of the Brazos.
jd
We have limestone in the water. Cuts the life of dishwashers to a few years at most. Doesn’t seem to affect the ice maker, though, and taste is normal. Though, come to it, maybe that’s why the ice-maker caved. Took thirteen years, however.
Uhu: 1:0 goes to the better gender. Watch your step…