First thing this morning we were scrambling around trying to find a pick-up truck to rent.  Shortly after 10 a.m. arrangements were made, the truck arrived, and we loaded up.  Papa Jim and Mama Alice squeezed into the front.  Papa Jim graciously took the space between the bucket seats along with half of the passenger's seat.  This made it possible for Mama Alice to have the arm rest smashed into her right side.  Fortunately the ride lasted around 20 minutes each way.  Hardly long enough to notice any discomfort.  Guy and Joseph rode in the back.  We headed out to a missionaries house to buy a good, used refrigerator from them.

It's a neat story.  Purchased new back in 2004 for around $1,000, this fridge was not budgeted to be replaced for several more years.  Then one fine day it gave up the ghost.  Just like that.  No advanced warning.  So the missionary couple went into town and purchased a new one, similar size and make, for $2,000.  When they plugged the new fridge in, to their shock and horror, it did not work either!  This cannot be!  So they plugged it into another outlet and it worked just fine.  Hmm...maybe they should plug in the old one in another outlet, too. It also worked just fine.  The outlet had gone bad, not the fridge.  Oops!  Well, there was nothing to do but sell the old fridge.  They priced it at $160 and we bought it sight unseen.  Bargains like this don't come along every day.  

One of our two old refrigerators is on it's last legs.  But it can die any time now.  We're prepared.  Trust me, when Papa Jim declares something "dead" it is really dead.  He can breath life into most any ailing appliance.  That's one of many reasons why we keep him around.