Doco finds a fridge

Here is Doco's story

Dear Oxford family,                                                                          Aug. 30, 2014.

I know you are having many adventures about which we are hearing fine stories, but you should know that Meo and I are having adventures too.  I am going to tell you about one of them, a real adventure, not some imaginary tale.   The name of this adventure is “Doco Finds a Fridge.

                                                       Doco Finds a Fridge 

"When we got back from New Denver it turned out that we needed a new fridge in the kitchen.   The old one wouldn’t get cold enough and food was spoiling.  So Meo and I set off to find a new one.  The first place we went had no small fridges (you will remember that with the wood stove, the usefulness of which is occasionally questioned by those with very little imagination, we have no space for a big fridge), but did offer the advice that Home Depot had a small fridge.  So we went to Richmond and found it -- on a shelf some fifteen feet above us.  Eventually a forklift manoeuvered it to the floor where, unboxed, it seemed ugly, flimsy, and smaller, even, than our present fridge.   We returned home fridgeless, but with a new plan.  We should move the microwave to the counter, and get a taller fridge.   Without the microwave shelf, we had 60 vertical inches to work with.  

Meo made lunch.  I went to a German kitchen appliance shop in Kerrisdale.  They sold vacuum cleaners.  After lunch, Meo said she needed a nap.  I, more given to such doings, went to the web, looked up small fridges, and found hundreds.  They were all too small.  I then tried mid-sized fridges.  They were more promising.  I soon found what seemed an ideal fridge, a Danby, 58 and-a-half inches tall, 23 and-a-half wide, all fridge (no freezer), and smart.  Meo woke up, heard the good news, and was delighted.  Moreover, she remembered an appliance warehouse in North Vancouver where we had previously bought a fridge and where she was pretty sure we could find the very model.   We would go there.

Meanwhile, she asked me to take several plastic containers to the basement and put them in the fridge, which I did and noticed that this fridge, too, was a Danby.  Presumably a larger model, but how much larger seemed worth checking.  I did. Height: 58 and-a-half inches; width: 23 and-a-half.   This was very odd, so I took my computer to the basement to compare the fridge on the screen with the one in front of me.  Well, they turned out to be identical.  I had found the fridge we need in our own basement. 

This happy discovery has saved us a good deal of money, and allows us to put the small kitchen fridge in the basement where it will serve to store vegetables.  We are very pleased.   The whole search -- the whole adventure -- could not have worked out better.  It just shows that one can have adventures without going away, and that if one worries away at problems solutions can often be found."

I hope your adventures are as interesting.   Doco

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P.S. For Colin, who alerted us to the not-cold-enough fridge.  Cousin Luke came for dinner.  We hauled the small kitchen fridge out from the wall to remove the base-board, in preparation for THE fridge, only to find its back covered in a half-inch of dust.  Doco vacuumed it and transformed it nto a cold-enough fridge.  However, I now have my heart set on an upstairs-downstairs trade, when we have sufficient muscle at Wiltshire Street.  meo

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And here is the fridge (with friends)

still in the basement