The roving Manning clan now has a working REFRIGERATOR.
Yay!
For three weeks we’ve had to live out of an Igloo cooler, buying $6.00 worth of packaged ice every day. That sucked big time, but we all persevered like the experienced RVers that we are.
Yesterday’s work on our Norcold 1200 was the equivalent of a heart transplant. The entire back of the refrigerator needed to be replaced; it’s what is called the “cooling unit”. Evidently, the re-conditioned, used Norcold 1200 refrig that we purchased a few years ago was not re-conditioned correctly; in fact, the St. George, Utah doofuses used a non-Norcold cooling unit and McGuyvered it together. The repair techs from Gibs (the local RV repair shop) said that whoever tried to “repair” the refrig didn’t know what they were doing. Nice. We paid $2,500 for that supposedly A-OK unit.
Anyway, we paid another $2.500 yesterday to make the Norcold 1200 a fully-functional tool in our kitchen. A new refrig, had we bought one two years ago, would have cost us $5,000. So… we’re even, I guess.
It’s part of RV living, for sure. We’ve replaced a lot of things since we bought this rig in 2015: the floors, the sofas, the Sleep Number bed, the washer-dryer, the TV dish and receiver, the window dressings, the tires, the suspension system air bags, the drive shaft, etc. It’s basically a new RV with 17-year old paint (which doesn’t look bad).
And to think that would-be RVers are concerned over the cost of fuel! HaHa, that’ll be the day!
Unfortunately, spending that $2,500 was the GOOD NEWS of the day.
While those techs were re-establishing normalcy in our rig, Charlie and I took the dogs on a long walk on the beach. It was a gorgeous morning and we had a great stroll. However, on our way back to the RV, Charlie stumbled while walking through some soft sand and driftwood and… sprained her ankle/foot real bad.
Jeez, the poor lady had just fought off a nasty urinary tract infection. We eventually went to the nearest emergency hospital, spent 3 hours there, only to find that there was no fracture of anything (good news) but that she will have to stay off of that foot for a couple of weeks while the swelling goes down (bad news).
So, now Charlie is RV-bound. No shopping, strolls on the beach, restaurant eating, street fair browsing, etc. No nada, except watching a lot of reruns on TV with the dogs, reading books, and playing cards. I’m a male nurse and a crutch for the time being.
Oh, the Golden Years!
Well, at least we have cold drinks and I’m saving $6 per day on purchased ice.