PS: My Life is Ridiculous.
Well first off let me assure you that I am writing to you from a cabin complete with a running refrigerator.
How that refrigerator arrived here is another story.
This morning, as I was trying to feed my children breakfast without the use of any refrigerated foods, the landlady and I had a bit of words during which I informed her that they absolutely could not rent out this cabin to anyone else without making major repairs, and that we were barely hanging on here. I detailed some issues we’re having and how upset I was that we were stuck living here with our kids with all these problems that weren’t apparent when we signed the lease, and she apologized, and I made her cry.
Suffice to say I think she is genuinely upset. She told me that they honestly do not have money for major repairs here and that they may have to go into foreclosure or try to sell the house at auction.
They can’t do that legally until our lease is up, so I don’t have to panic unless the floor caves in or something. Then I will have no where to live. But, let’s not think about that right now. I am casually (obsessively) checking around for other farms to rent.
So anyway, Landlady informs me that Crusty Appliance Repair Shop says they will deliver a refrigerator between 4 and 5 this evening. She says she paid for it over the phone and I just have to give them the $50 cash delivery fee, which she will later reimburse.
I spend the afternoon juggling my teething baby and saying silent, fervent prayers that we will find a nice place to live and it won’t be too stressful.
5 P.M. rolls around and there is still no refrigerator. I am not surprised, because nothing could ever be that easy could it?
Landlady texts me to say that they’ve told her they would deliver a fridge by 7 P.M. tonight. Ok, sure. I scrounge up dinner without a refrigerator, and then get the kids ready for bed.
At 8:30 Landlady texts me to ask if the fridge came. I didn’t bother to answer, I was busy trying to settle Henry. He really doesn’t like teething.
At 9:45 I get a voicemail from Landlady, which I can’t listen to because I don’t get clear reception in bed with Henry.
10:15 all the kids are finally asleep when my dogs go crazy and I hear a truck on the gravel road that I don’t recognize. I know the sound of my neighbor’s trucks, this wasn’t one of them. My dogs don’t bark at the neighbor’s cars either.
With all the ruckus from the dogs, the girls both got up. Rosie looked out the window and told me it was a pick-up truck, then another pick-up truck pulled into the driveway behind it. Well our door doesn’t lock, because I live in the middle of nowhere and no one locks their doors here, so I was briefly panicked. I thought I should listen to the landlady’s voice mail just in case. Ah ha! She said the delivery men were coming late.
What delivery men come at 10:20 on Friday night? Why don’t they come in a business box truck with Crusty Appliance Store written on it?
Here I am completely alone out in the sticks, where no one can hear me scream, not even my far off neighbors. It’s so dark outside you can’t see your hand in front of your face, and two unlabeled old trucks are outside with men getting out of them.
Bravery. I must have The Bravery. Muster as much as possible and carry on.
So here’s where it gets pretty funny.
The boss came to the kitchen door. I opened it and he peeked cautiously past me to the inside of the cabin. Lord knows where he thought he was, driving way out here in the dark and coming down this gravel road.
I let him in and showed him the fridge, explained that I didn’t realize they were coming so late. I was kind of pissy and he was a little scared! Hah. I bet he has a wife who gets angry at him, he knew how to act. He was a nice guy, really.
I was in my pajamas holding a screaming baby, and I had to quickly take the remaining things out of the broken fridge. I had been using it like a giant cooler. That was frustrating. I piled all the food on the counter and table, quickly trying to sort out what things were still cold enough and what to toss so I didn’t get it all mixed up. He was standing there awkwardly waiting on me.
Then four other large guys came inside the cabin. Why does it take so many men to move one fridge?! These were huge guys too! I felt short.
I realized later they must have come en masse because they were afraid to come out here in the dark. I live deep in redneck territory. Funny, funny.
Two of them pulled the old fridge out and immediately a huge rat popped up from some rotten floor boards. The fridge left standing water behind it. I told the landlady it was leaking, but whatever, not my problem really.
This rat popped up and all five of the guys yelled, “OMG A RAT!” The rat freaked out and hopped into the back of the old refrigerator and hid.
Then they turned to look at me, standing there in a too large old Batman t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, wearing pajama pants with a hole in them, and holding screaming Henry. I didn’t know what to do. So with a straight face I blurted out, “Oh yeah, Templeton. He comes with the fridge. Take him with you.”
There was this awkward silence except for Henry yelling. Then they put the old fridge up on the dolly and wheeled it out, and they loaded it into the back of one of the pick-up trucks with the rat still inside.
I could not make this up if I tried. I don’t know why I said that, honestly. Blame it on stress.
You guys, they actually took that rat with them!
I have been battling rats out here for awhile. I hate rats. I’ve put out poison boxes–the rats crawl in to reach the poison. I’ve put out various types of traps. My cats have killed some. Yet the rat population persists. For the past month there has been this one rat in our kitchen that just will not die. He’s gone now!
They quickly brought in the new fridge and plugged it in. I lamented the fact that it doesn’t have an ice maker, and it’s like 10 years old, but it does cool well the boss assured me.
I handed Boss Man his $50 bill for delivery and said, “You know I would have paid you $50 just to take that rat out of here. Thanks for the fridge.” I was trying to make a joke, because when everything is going wrong that’s what I do–make jokes. I have a weird sense of humor.
He kind of made a noise in his throat that sounded like a cross between choking and a chuckle. Then he left quickly. I didn’t even have to sign anything.
I finally managed to wrangle the kids into bed, yet again. I was laying here trying to decide if that whole exchange with the Crusty Appliance Store people was absolutely mortifying, or if it was hilarious. Probably both. I was considering whether or not I should cry again when my landlady texted me. She said–and this is where it really gets wild–prepare yourselves:
One of the five guys who came out here with the fridge just called her. He wanted to know if she’d ever considered selling this cabin and if he could buy it.
Hold up, this man saw rats and rotten flooring and wants to buy this place way out here? Say what?!
She told him as it turns out they are looking to sell it and it would need to be a cash offer because the house can’t get normal financing. She was thinking that would turn him off because it does most everyone.
Lo and behold he told her that he owns rental properties and he loves working on houses and fixing them up. He would like to buy this cabin and repair it himself, then rent it out. They agreed to discuss it further this weekend, since it was now almost midnight.
When she told me this my jaw dropped.
Could this actually happen? Is this some kind of miracle?
Are you telling me a random man from The Crusty Appliance Store took out my old refrigerator with a live rat in it and then asked if he could buy this cabin? ARE YOU KIDDING?
Here I am stressing out over moving yet again, and not knowing if we can find another place for rent that’s a farm we can afford with a livable house, and feeling sad that this awesome piece of land can’t be mine. Then God sends me some random dude moving a refrigerator to solve all of my problems. (Not only does he want to buy the cabin and fix it, then rent it…he also took away my horrifying rat!)
Is this really happening?
I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but this is cautiously a miracle for both my family and the landlord’s family.
And let’s not forget: I have a working refrigerator!