Missing Civilization

Thursday, the compressor on my refrigerator/freezer died. Acting quickly, we (mostly my wife) salvaged most of the food by storing it in coolers outside.

Fortunately, a large snow pile still existed. We used it to fill the coolers, keeping the food cold as the days warmed. For another few days, until a new refrigerator/freezer arrives, we have to keep fetching snow (or buying ice) to keep our food cold. A century ago, the ice man delivered blocks of ice for the ice box–ah, the good old days.

It’s odd having to go to the back porch to get butter or milk. Or having to check for ice melting and re-filling.

The new fridge can’t get here soon enough.

I wonder how can I work something like this into a story. . .

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