I’ve lost track of where we are in this little experiment, somewhere near or in week 3.  

Much has happened since the kitchen refrigerator stopped working.  Egypt is free.  Libya is next.  Wisconsin is in an uproar over budget cuts and the rights of state employees.  We tried to fix some plumbing on our own and ended up without a shower for two days and a bill from the plumber who had to come in and clean up after us.  

Revolution, protesting, plumbing.  No new fridge.  The basement fridge has become a regular part of our lives.  We’ve started taking cups downstairs to pour drinks into, instead of bringing the drink up, pouring, and taking it back down.  I still open the kitchen fridge sometimes, not out of forgetting, but to see if it magically started working again.

We have come up against not having any ice.  Basement fridge doesn’t have an ice maker.  This of course would be easily taken care of by purchasing a bag of ice or some ice trays and filling them with water.  Not having ice hasn’t been a large enough inconvenience to create action, neither has having a fridge in the basement.