Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

Carson (my son) and I helped a friend yesterday. Well, we
attempted to assist, but the boon doggle turned into a comedy. Sometimes being me is a bit cloudy.



Bob is my friend for twenty some years. He has a gruff voice. In 2009 he bought a condo for his x-wife (not out of legal obligation he has paid in full and then some). She had been unemployed
for more than two years. Bob paid the bills for the condo and supplemented
her income saying, “I will never allow the Mother of my children to fail.”



The x-wife decided to move east and found employment leaving the
condo, unfortunately due to economic times, underwater. Rather than sell the
condo for a loss, Bob decides to rent the unit. His new tenant does not want the
refrigerator she left in the unit.

I’m handy, I have a
refrigerator dolly and a teenage son who is strong. We volunteer to help move
the refrigerator from the second story and give it to the Habitat for Humanity
house being built in San Juan (thus offering assistance to several people as
the Habitat house is being donated to an injured Marine and his family).

We load the dolly and strapping material in the back of my
car and go pick up Bob. He fuddles around trying to locate the keys for twenty minutes.




While we are waiting I come up
with the brilliant idea of the day, “Let’s move the refrigerator first to the
downstairs garage before we go and rent a truck to move it.”

After an hour of shuffling the refrigerator
we come to realize the thing is not going to make it down the narrow, freshly
painted stairwell. (This is discovered with the three of us half way down and
the right side gouging the drywall). We vote to move the box back up. In doing
so I see my iron dolly is all rusted on the bottom and we have tracked rust
shavings all over the carpet and stairs. Now it is time to go drive back home,
get the vacuum, patch the wall, call the ex-wife to find out how that refrigerator ever got up
the stairs and make new plans.



Hours later we come to understand, the only way to get something this large
on the second floor is with a lift over the balcony. New tenant can keep this
refrigerator upstairs and install his own double wide one in the downstairs
garage. The cost to rent a lift far exceeds the value of a silly ice box. I
call the Habitat people and tell them, “no gift.” They happen to have the
equipment to solve the problem and will do it for free.



Every cloud has a silver lining, or thank heavens we didn’t
rent the truck before we found out the dang thing can’t make it down the
stairs. Hope your day is happy.