Today was one of those crazy hectic days that seem to go on forever and I was doing a great job of keeping it all together until I noticed that the milk in the refrigerator was warm.
Warm milk. In the fridge.
Then I noticed the silence that can only come from a fridge motor which has gone to meet its maker.
There was swearing, then there was chocolate and finally there was a call to the appliance repair man.
He came right over.
He looks like Tony Soprano but his name is Paul.
While his son replaced the motor, David and I got to chatting with Paul. He grew up in our town and told us some stories about our town 35 years ago.
Then he asked us where we were from and how we met.
It was lovely actually. I love being reminded of meeting David and falling in love with him.
We talked about kids and Halloween too.
Then he charged us $383 and left.
So that part wasn't great, but the unexpected memory of meeting David and a random chat with the repair man warmed me.
Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude.