So the net cost of this week was $1500 for the sewer work and for the new refrigerator. Thatâ€™s right. New refrigerator.
Turns out the repairs on the old one would have cost about 65% the cost of a new one.
So yesterday afternoon was spent shopping for refrigerators instead of doing the work that I had scheduled. But we did okay, considering the circumstances. Itâ€™s a freezer on the bottom, water dispensing, stainless steel wonderment of modern cooling technology.
Itâ€™s scheduled to arrive this afternoon between 1:45 and 4:45.
Also of interest was the Hispanic-ization of the pronunciation of my name. what made the experience unique wasnâ€™t the fact that my name was pronounced â€œHah-venâ€. Thatâ€™s happened before.
As have â€œJAAV-enâ€, â€œJARV-enâ€, â€œDAVE-idâ€, â€œJASE-onâ€, â€œJACK-assâ€, and many others. Seems odd, because itâ€™s spelled (and pronounced) like â€œravenâ€. But itâ€™s been a character-building cross Iâ€™ve borne all my life. And Iâ€™ve ideally passed on to my offspring.
But, what was unique to this occurrence was the fact that it was the automated computer-voice lady what mispronounced my name.
â€œThis is a message forâ€¦Erinâ€¦andâ€¦HAH-venâ€¦to tell you that your refrigerator will arrive, blah blah.â€
It got me wondering about what characteristics of my name triggered the HAH. Was it the J-A? Was it the J-A-V? Maybe thatâ€™s it. Too close to Javier?
Iâ€™m just looking forward to the end of eating out of a cooler in my own house.
The wife is looking forward to having popsicles. Shows you where our priorities diverge.
Although a popsicle does sound a-pretty good.