I probably should name this ranch. I just call it "the ranch". Anyway, we got our new refrigerator. That's exciting for me, because it's one of those things you only experience a few times throughout your life. The delivery was a bit of a fiasco. We wanted them to deliver it on a day my husband was home, and they wanted to deliver it early, probably because their strongest delivery man would have put in too many hours by the end of the week and wouldn't be allowed to work, and this was their heaviest appliance. Also, my husband had turned off his phone, and we did not receive any of the messages that they would be arriving at the crack of dawn, so we had just rolled out of bed and were vegetating with our cups of coffee when I heard the trash truck come up the street.
Wait. It's not trash day.
I looked out the glass door and saw a Lowe's truck in our driveway. I dove off the couch and grabbed dogs left and right, shuttling them into a back bedroom. My husband ran into his closet to get dressed. The delivery men were disappointed that we hadn't emptied our old fridge before they arrived. They knew they were coming stinking early, so they stopped for breakfast to give us a little more time to prepare for them, but we didn't have a clue they were coming.
Right off the bat there was a problem. They said that this was a huge fridge and they wouldn't be able to get it through our front door. Dang! We were so diligent about measuring and re-measuring the alcove for the fridge itself to make sure it would fit, but didn't consider how to get it into the house. So, I showed them that our back door is French doors that can be opened wide, but they'd have to either get the fridge up a staircase or over a wall.
"Not going to happen," one of them said.
So, I showed the the garage entrance, but they couldn't remove the spring loaded hinges on the door, and the corners were too tight. We were out of options, short of knocking a hole in the wall of our house.
You see, I have a defense mechanism to keep myself sane when crap like this happens. I just smile and say, "Well, while you figure out that puzzle, I'll be emptying the old fridge."
I remain optimistic that there is a way, and I refuse to budge from that belief.
I started this behavior after having to move six times within a few months between 2011 and 2012. First, I had to move my parents' stuff into our home, then move out of our old home into our new home, then move my daughter from school to the new home, do the same for our son, then move each of them back out after summer. So much ridiculousness happened that I nearly let myself have a nervous breakdown from all the stress. Since then, I've recovered and found ways to not freak out to the extent that I used to.
It turned out that the reason why they didn't think they'd get it in the front door was because the in-frame screen was sticking out. But my husband knew how to remove the entire frame and was able to help. They each put in some tool parts and worked together to get it done. My husband also pried the floor molding out of the refrigerator alcove, so now we have a huge, luxury fridge and freezer in our house.
Despite us talking to people and putting up No Trespassing signs, we still have problems with trespassers four years after moving into this house, so I decided to get smart about the problem in a way that wouldn't cost us an arm and a leg. I talked to several of them to figure out their mentality and discovered that people pay more attention to existing trails than they do to No Trespassing signs. If they can clearly see that other people have come through there, they follow the trail.
We have two main trails created by hikers, horseback riders, ATVs, and dune buggies on our property. The trick is to cover up those trails while no one is using them between May and October, so that when the snowbirds return to traipse all over my backyard, they'll see nothing but tree branches and new growth blocking their path. So, we've been dragging pruned tree branches across the trails and piling them up. The tree branches should provide places for wild seeds to come to rest, so that stuff can grow there. I'm excited over the prospect of being able to ride my horses in my backyard again without dealing with random strangers popping up out of the bushes and spooking them.
I have these cords I used to strap the stall gates open. I toss them on the ground when the gates are closed, like when the horses are eating. I go down to the barn late at night with a flashlight to open the stalls and let the horses out. The sand in the arena is softer for them to sleep on than the D.G. in their stalls.
Anyway, now that it is snake season, I've been hesitant about just reaching down and feeling around on the ground for the cords at night. I've tried to remember to shine a flashlight on the cord before picking it up. Sure enough, last night I caught a glimpse of a tail right next to a cord.
First, I picked up the cord with the grabber. Then my husband used it to herd the snake out of the barn. It wasn't ideal for picking up such a tiny snake.