Someone Should Always Live In a House

An empty house is one waiting to go wrong. We left ours for six weeks. I had a house sitter, watering plants, taking in packages, checking on things. But not all things.

We pulled in tonight from our two day drive home. The outside looked like I would expect. The garage seemed fine. I came in the house. Smelled a little funny, but the air conditioning had not been running very cold while we were away and I had only turned it up remotely at lunch time. There were a couple dead bugs on the floor. Maybe that was it.

Russ went up to the kitchen first to put Shay’s cold food, we had in the car, away in the fridge. Thank god it was Russ who first opened the fridge because I would have fainted.

Apparently our refrigerator died some weeks back. It had turned into the worst kind of horror movie if only horror movies came with smells of rotting flesh.

I will spare you all the details, but it took us over an hour and ten trash bags and a gallon of simple green to clean it out and put the shelves back in and shut the doors. Multiple towels were sacrificed and all I can say is don’t walk by our trash bin on Monday night.

Off to Lowe’s we went at 7:00 PM and bought a new refrigerator that will be here Monday. Until then we have all the fans running and doors shut. I am sequestered in our bedroom which is as far from the kitchen as I can get and have taken the longest shower of my life.