Last night as we where cresting the Shenandoah Mountain Range where the snow was falling heavily and my voice had disappeared hours ago beneath a deep and alarmingly wet rasp, we heard a slightly disturbing crash from the back of the RV. Being inky black night there was no way to see what it was so I told myself it was the trash can falling as an image of the refrigerator door flying open crossed my mind. It was a big crash, but I would have heard at least some of the contents of the fridge fall out if that had been it, so we drove on... attempting... in vain... to clear the mountain range before stopping for the night. Alas, starving and freezing we had to give up on our slow (20 mph) descent and that is when we saw it.
The fridge door had not swung open.
It had fallen off completely... and was lying, condiment side down, in the rear hallway... mayonnaise and salsa covering the floor in a pattern that told us the exact skidding dance of the door across the floor. I have heard that a door is not a door when it is ajar, but is it still a door when it is lying on the floor?
I would have gotten photos for you, but it just didn't occur to me until this afternoon when I was happily driving out of the mountains with my fridge door reinstalled.
You see, I was almost immediately distracted by the discovery that our furnace would not light and there would be no more driving for the night. It was set to be a cold, sub-freezing, see your breath night and we had little to do but begin making dinner, pull all the blankets and settle under the covers before the temperatures began their now painful descent.
Worry not! We were plenty warm under our mound of blankets and I was in good hands with an intuitive partner and an RV full of natural healing remedies. Set to bed with a tummy full of cherry bark, echinacea, nettles, dulse and honey I woke feeling well despite the utter lack of sound coming from where my voice used to be.
This too shall pass. It is so very true.
Twenty four hours later we are in Charlottesville with a repaired fridge full of every kind of organic goodie and even a hug from a fellow Texan found in the soap isle.
We'll be staying in a hotel tonight... grabbed on Priceline for $40... while Jeff works on fixing the furnace. If it cannot be repaired we are a mere hour from my grandmother's ranch home where we can live warmly and happily waiting for Thanksgiving and our new furnace to be delivered. ;-)
Happy Birthday to Jeff and Quinn who's birthdays are Wednesday and Thursday of this week.
I'll likely be up to my eyeballs in celebration, but I'll check back in and tell you of the other adventures I've left out.
***Edited to add: An overwhelming series of events combined with a run of bad food choices has me battling an old and undesirably familiar pain today. It is my only real fear and I'm trying to embrace, accept and transmute it. Loving thoughts, prayers, vibes, virtual hugs... I can really use them today... if you've got some to spare.