For no particular reason, it occurred to me tonight that happiness is a very strange phenomenon. You never know when or how it will sneak up on you.
Today PG&E as part of their, the poor need energy efficiency too program, came by and replaced my ancient refrigerator. God was that a relief. The fucker dated from about the mid-sixties. I bought it used and reconditioned 25 years ago from the lot on San Pablo Ave.
It sat next to my 1930s gas stove in a tiny student styled kitchen.
A Mexican guy and a massive white slab of a man came up the torturous stairs, growned at the ancient heavy thing they had to remove. Much rumbling later, I signed forms and exchanged great good worker will with the M-A guy who was pleasantly surprized at my happiness. A hearty hand shake and we were done. It was comrade to comrade stuff. I had got this ancient thing up the stairs by myself and knew all the troubles.
I've been web surfing food channels ever since late afternoon. I have a freezer, a big freezer like I haven't seen in thirty years. It also has a giant vegetable tray.
Getting a new refrigerator is a primordial and radical experience. You really want to have these experiences because they restore your faith. Well, I had socialism for a moment. God it was great.
CG