Luck

Someone recently mentioned that I seem to have less than perfect luck. Hmmm. Really? I hadn't noticed. Bad, luck? Me? Now, I could go deep and philisophical here and point out that adversity makes us stronger, better people. Or that you aren't given more than you can handle. But, today, I just can't take the high road.
Something bad has happened and I can't rationalize it. My baby, my sweet beatiful, perfect fridge is malfunctioning. She was the result of a kitchen remodel three years ago. It took much time and research for us to decide that she was the right fridge for us. Ultimately, her stainess steel exterior, bottom mount freezer, french doors and interior filtered water dispenser ( so little or big germy hands can't touch it)won our hearts. We embraced her into our appliance family. She has become an integral part of our lives. Unfortunately, she isn't doing well. Her digital temperature display went nutso an few days ago. It was blinky at times; non-existent at others. And then it happened; she stopped holding her temperature. Much like a menopausal woman. Her erratic behavior prompted a service call. Again, like a menopausal woman. The technician ( I'll get to HIM in a moment) delivered the news that she needed a part. It would be overnighted. He would return on Friday.
Now, the technician, Robert W, wasn't exactly familiar with my preciuos baby. He peeked around and couldn't figure out what was wrong. He called the manufacturer and they gave him some much needed assistance. He thought he figured it out and ordered the part. Homestly, I wasn't impressed. He moved pretty slow. He lacked information. After he left, she really went haywire. He did not help matters. The fridge was 56 degrees and the freezer 30. It was not good. Thankfully, we kept old Bessy ( our old fridge) in the garage. She usually contains liquid joy, but had plenty of room for our food. I couldn't believe that this boob botched up my precious love. This is who " luck" sent to save my baby!
My inept technician told me to call him as soon as the part arrived and we'd set up our repair. I did as instructed and was met by ," I ordered a part?" ( SHIT!!!- That is me screaming in my head). I calmly responded by recapping our events from Wednesday morning and he seemed to maybe recall my sweet baby and her dilemna. Or he was acting. He is supposed to come tomorrow morning. I am not sure if I'll be more surprised if he shows up or if he is capable of repairing her. My luck tells me...well nevermind.
A spot of good luck has come my way. Hayden is getting stronger and more agile each day. He can now get up onto the sofa himself. Sit down on the floor. Get up from the floor. And get into downward dog ( yes, yoga is part of my home rehab program) Tomorrow we are going to focus on steps and jumping. He is working really hard and just smiles really big each time he accomplishes something. I scream really loud as if being chased by a man with a bloody knife. Hayden liks this scream and joins in. ( I never claimed we were normal).
In the end, my fridge will get fixed or replaced. That is the beauty of a service plan;luck or no luck. And, I get to scream at the top of my lungs and giggle with the happiest, toughest guy I know. Yeah,I am lucky.Sort of.