Reefer Madness (#98)

I could hear disappointment in his voice when I told the man I didn’t need him anymore. He simply said, “Oh!” Then I ended the phone call and that was that.

It all began when I got up the night before needing a cold pack. I went to my RV refrigerator, opened the door, and got out the pack. It wasn’t cold. It was piddly cold. I then opened the freezer. Things were beginning to thaw. I had a situation that needed immediate attention.

I also needed sleep. My priorities being what they are, I went back to bed. With my piddly cold pack over my eyes. It was better than nothing. Oh, yeah, you’ll have to wait until another story to discover why I needed the cold pack. You’ll never guess!

I awoke the next morning with a game plan: get ice, find two coolers, empty the reefer into the coolers. So I went to the store and bought some ice. Came back home, emptied a cooler I use for storage and borrowed another one. Freezer stuff went in one; refrigerator stuff went in the other.

It didn’t all fit. So I took the half dozen of eggs and boiled them while stuffing my face with cottage cheese, apple butter, some left-over veggie soup and a half jar of salsa. Okay, so then I was almost able to close the lid on the cooler completely.

Time to assess the situation. I stared into my warm, broken reefer. The light worked. A good sign. Next I went outside to check for a yellow powder in the reefer ventilation area. None! Another good sign. Yellow powder would indicate ammonia which is used in RV reefers instead of freon. It would mean a brand new reefer. Not a good thing!

Let me state here before you start thinking I’m some kind of reefer-fixer wunderkind that I know nothing about fixing reefers. I was simply going with my instincts! And….some info from the web. Ha!

My true inspiration came when I saw a sensor attached to a row of fins. The clip attaching the sensor was rusty. Who, for heaven’s sake, puts a rustable part inside a reefer? I figured the sensor wasn’t making a good contact and it was not able to tell the mysterious inner cooling mechanism to turn on. That was as far as I could take it. My neighbor has a cousin who does some odd job repairs on RV appliances. I called the guy and he said he’d be over first thing in the morning.

With that settled I closed the refrigerator and went off to work. There I discussed my dilemma with another waitress. Voila! She said that, indeed, it was the sensor. I should file it just enough to reestablish a good contact. If I needed a new one she’d give me the number of a place in Minnesota that sells the parts. Well, nuts in a bucket! Isn’t my life just filled with serendipity. I love it!

So after work, I go home, remove the sensor, clean it, replace it, close the reefer, turn it back on, and wait. An hour later the freezer is icing up and the reefer’s getting cold. My dad’s smiling down on me from above saying he’s so proud of his baby girl and I am a happy woman.

Now here we are. Back at the beginning of my story where I called the man telling him I didn’t need him anymore…… cause a couple of girlie-girls fixed my reefer. I didn’t tell him that last part. Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.

Joy!   Tin Can Annie

(The Tin Can Traveler)

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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2 Responses to Reefer Madness (#98)

  1. Gia says:

    Here’s to serendipity and girlie girls 🙂

  2. Sher says:

    I am proud of you too! amazing – who would have thunk it……..

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