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In the crutch of the release of my book, life continues to revolve. Life happens and of course, there are distractions. My 89-year-old mother opted to let one of her caregivers go. It was nothing that this particular person did, but she was out awaiting the results of her COVID-19 test, and the sub seemed to connect better with my mother. As much as I can, I try to allow her to have a voice in her care. Within reason, because sometimes her rationale isn’t on point. We got that situation settled and then her refrigerator decided it was time to simply exit the building. Sigh.

I had a plan yesterday. Do you know what it said about plans? Me neither, but It probably is something about don’t make them because they will change on a dime. My plan was committing to 3000 words for my next book since I have a looming deadline. Instead I was over at my mother’s house, shoving my head into a refrigerator and determining that it is dying a slow death. My childhood home has only had two refrigerators in the fifty-three years I have been on this earth. When they say, “they don’t make them like they used to”, they aren’t lying. So, the task of ordering a new one was set as priority, which I thought, how hard will this be? I mean, I go online, select the appliance, determine the date of delivery, and all is well. Or is it?

I was looking for a simple white refrigerator with a top freezer. Nothing complicated. I don’t need it singing to her or doing any fancy tricks. I just need it to keep her food cold. An hour later – an hour I will never get back – I secured a refrigerator to be delivered on Thursday – maybe. They did say that the date could change. Awesome. Oh, and don’t get me started on the fact that it didn’t include an ice maker. WTAF? Seriously. No ice maker. At checkout, it asked me if I wanted to add an icemaker. Well, of course, I do. In fact, my suggestion would be to actually include it in the appliance itself, but what do I know? What kind of world are we living in when that isn’t even part of the appliance?

In the meantime, we brought Bryce’s college mini-refrigerator over to help and my fingers are crossed that the delivery happens on Thursday. Maybe this week, I won’t endure any distractions or quite possible a unicorn may fly out of my ass. I am betting on distractions. After all, this is simply life on life’s terms.