Thursday morning, July 7, began with walking the dogs to the front of the neighborhood and back. This sounds like no big deal, but our house happens to be the second-to-last house at the end of the neighborhood, and also happens to be at the bottom of a very steep hill. So walking in this current heat up that hill with all the neighborhood dogs running out to defend their lawns is not always the most pleasant way to start the morning.
We (or at least I) assumed that moving up here would allow us to conveniently miss the hottest part of the Florida summer (I was really desperate for some positive things about moving, and still partly am...). How wrong I was. Most days have been in the high 80's and low 90's, with some days reaching 95 or 98. On a few occasions, the temperature here has actually been higher than in Jacksonville. IA sense of humor would probably lessen the scorching heat at least a little bit, but alas, I acquired my dad's negative, the-glass-is-not-only-cracked-but-is-shattered-on-the-floor-and-can-never-be-used-again genes.
:)
The heat continued into the afternoon, with the refrigerator repair guy canceling at the last minute and the tile repair guy coming to look at the master bathroom floor just as the rain started.
Side story about the fridge: One would wonder, after reading "refrigerator repair guy", "Why would they need a repair guy if they just got a brand new fridge a few days ago?" We also wondered the same thing. :) The whole story of the fridge has been one that fits perfectly into the mold of the stories that are just typical stories in the Moores' lives. After mom and dad went through the painstaking process of driving onto the front lawn, yanking the fridge out of the back of the van, loading it onto the appliance dolly, lugging it up the front door steps, making sure not to scratch the walls or knock the stair bannisters out, unloading it onto the kitchen floor, and scooting it in front of the hole for the fridge..... dad went to hook up the water line and found a very old, kinked copper pipe with a worn out connector. After many attempts to screw it into the fridge, he gave up and determined that he needed a new pipe, so he pulled it out of the hole leading down into the basement and threw it away. Then he and I headed to Lowe's for new piping, which he brought home and installed. Just when we thought we had solved everything and the fridge was finally working, the front LED panel for the water dispenser wouldn't turn on. Mom then had to make a 20-minute phone call to try and troubleshoot the problem, was directed to page 22 of the manual, and finally got the panel to turn on. When trying to test the water spout on the front door of the fridge, water ended up all over the kitchen floor, because it turned out that the water didn't come out of the middle of the cup area like it appeared that it would. It actually came out of the very front- to get water, the cup doesn't even go underneath the panel at all. After all this difficulty and trouble, mom decided to schedule for a repair guy to check everything out to make sure that no further problems would arise, because of how difficult it was to get everything started. Although this long story filled with many run-on sentences about a truly mundane topic seems like it could only end with more trouble, it did, in fact, end happily ever after, with a brand new, properly working fridge and a happy family who didn't end up starving after all. :)
Continuing with the events of the day... dad got home, and the 4 of us headed to the Verizon store to solve a problem with Ben's phone (another typical Moores story which I will not even take the time to explain) :)
After all of that, we headed home in the drizzling rain to eat a dinner of baked potatoes. The St. Johns invited us over for game night, but dad had some studies to read, so mom, Ban, and I headed over and had a great time playing Apples to Apples.
And that was our Thursday. :)
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