One Last Simple Pleasure Gone

As a person who has been working on losing weight most of my life I decided long ago not to drink my calories.  I really like to eat and that usually means solid food.  So I stopped drinking alcohol at 23, and yes if I found my lost underpants I might take it back up, but that’s another blog.  I never drank sodas because as a child the only time I ever was given cola was when I had a tummy bug so I forever associated soda with vomiting.

Since juice is nothing but sugar that has been banned from my glass leaving me with two basics drinks I down in gallons daily, iced tea and water.  I do drink a decaf espresso as a treat on some afternoons, but other than that I have a fairly limited drink menu.

Since my 20 ounce glass is almost always by my side with a cold drink I am very attached to my refrigerator icemaker that dispenses crushed ice.  I really like a lot of ice and not big giant cubes that can fall forward on your face while drinking and splash tea all over the bodice of my shirt, but the tiny small pieces that let the liquid filter through them as you tilt the glass up.

My friend Jan and I both really like the small-aerated ice pieces that sonic drive-ins have.  She has deeply researched those types of icemakers only to discover they are only available commercially with no plans on making a home model.  Good thing since I don’t have a place to install one anyway and therefore remain dependant on my refrigerator.

With all this build up about my love of ice, really when you are as calorie started as I am, zero calorie ice is a big thing, I am now going to complain about my icemaker.  Two weeks ago the four-year-old machine just stopped making ice.  Russ tried all the factory recommended tests that you have to have an IEEE for (that’s a master’s in electrical engineering) with no luck.

I called the factory authorized repair service and was told I had to wait more than a week for someone to get to Durham, as if it were a small town in the middle of Montana.  Today the repair arrived and although I had already told them that we needed a new icemaker and to bring one with them they did not bring the right one.

After testing to confirm what my overly qualified husband repair man had determined was the case and calling the factory to consult one hour and many dollars later I was told that a new unit had to be ordered and I was going to have to go without machine made ice for another week.  I am also going to have to wait at home for the repairman to show up one minute before the three-hour arrival time window ends.  How horrible.

Ice is one of my last pleasures in life.  Yes, I buy ice at the store and I could put an ice tray in the freezer, but I am addicted to the filtered water, crushed clear ice that comes from my machine.  If we had a sonic in Durham I would go there and buy ice, but alas I am not going to drive to Mebane for my fix.