I love my man.

My man looked at the plans for the fridge today, and then with only a plastic fork, a mirror, and his finger, he has restored the in-from-the-door functionality to my freezer door. Tonight, I shall have crushed ice in my Dr Pepper once again!

I do love my man.

The cats aren’t too sure they like this new whirring and grinding noise in the kitchen. Every time I use it, they fly around the house … tails looking like bottle brushes and ears laid back … as though they were being chased by a large and angry dog. It’s very hilarious.

Ronin will eventually mourn the fixing of the ice crusher. Why? One of his favorite things in the world is to stand at my feet as soon as I open the freezer door, waiting patiently for me to drop the one or two ice cubes I always drop when getting ice out of the inner bin. Yes, to Ronin, few things are more exciting and fun that batting an ice cube across the room into some unseen corner to melt, thereby leaving a small, cold puddle for some bare human foot to step in later when it’s dark. Yes, indeed, that is very, very fun (for Ronin).

I can’t believe I finally have crushed ice again. I feel so civilized!

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