The refrigerator saga continues . . .
After cleaning and some airing-out time, we decided that the second-hand smoke contaminated refrigerator we bought in April just wasn’t going to cut it. I reposted it to Craigslist, and we sold it at a small loss (actually $5 more than the $80 we paid for the fridge, but we also paid $20 for delivery). I was just happy to have it gone (just in time to put Roadrunner in the garage!).
Of course, the fact that it didn’t work out meant that the search continued. I hunted through CL adds over the weekend, and found a promising option in South County. Last night, I headed down to check it out, knowing that if it was a go, we’d have to return another time with a rental truck (despite the extra trip, we didn’t want to rent the truck not knowing if we’d buy it).
I had the address and looked up directions ahead of time, but my notes and small, rough sketched map were no match for the suburban subdivisions. When I reached a fork in the road, I chose the left (and ultimately correct) fork, but, after driving about a mile on a hilly and curvy road, not seeing my turn-off, I decided that I should have chosen the right fork, so I turned around and back-tracked.
I repeated the hilly, curvy mile thing on the right fork, and came to a dead end. I partially retraced my path on that road, then pulled over and called the seller. After she figured out where I was, she told me that I needed to go back to the road that forked to the left (yes, the one I started out on), and go just a bit farther than I had initially. Grr!
At that point, I just wanted to be done. I didn’t want to retrace my route, and I most certainly didn’t want to return another time with a truck. I called Matthew, teary eyed, and told him he needed to talk me out of just throwing in the towel and heading home without even seeing the fridge.
I finally decided that even though it was annoying as heck, I’d already gone most of the way to this house, so I may as well see the stupid fridge.
The entire time I was driving around this place, I couldn’t imagine who in their right mind would want to live in a place like this: no connectivity, ugly McMansions, cars required to go anywhere. Ick. Blech. Blah.
I was also amused by the yard signs reading “No cell phone towers in my neighborhood.” People, the picture above is not a “neighborhood,” and, if you hadn’t chosen to live out here, you might not need a cell phone tower.
Anyhow, I finally found the correct road and arrived at my destination (my gas light was starting to flicker at this point, not helping my mood any). I took a quick look at the fridge (including sticking a thermometer in to make sure it was, in fact, cold), and told the seller we’d think about it and get back to her.
I was never so glad to leave that subdivision behind, and, later, when I crossed back into city limits, I almost cried tears of joy and relief. The River de Poo never looked so good!
Once home, I informed Matthew that if he wanted to rent a truck and go back out there to get the refrigerator, that was fine, but I wasn’t going near that place again!
*Purchase is pending negotiations with the seller. If Matthew does go to get it, I’ll give him very good directions — I’m actually fairly decent with directions (and quite good with nice, normal grid systems), and now that I’ve done it correctly once, I know I can do it again, I just have no desire to return to hell.
I’m saying. Where I live is at least a little griddy, but neighborhoods like that make getting around (even with a car) a nightmare. I like grids.
Eee Gads! That does sound like hell. I hate those sorts of developments too, and can’t even imagine living in a place like that… plus it just makes me so sad to think that 50-60 years ago it was probably a family farm.
I have a terrible sense of direction, especially when I can’t see the mountains to my west to tell me which way to go. One time I was driving home from a party at night and for some reason I decided that instead of going a few blocks out of my way to get on the route I knew, I should take a “more direct’ route. So I set out on these unfamiliar streets at night and somehow I got completely turned around and turned south when I thought I was turning north. I didn’t realize my mistake until I had driven almost 10 miles in the wrong direction. OY! Save me from the suburbs!!
Yep, now it’s hundreds of over-sized, energy guzzling homes, most with big green lawns that require lots of water and chemicals to maintain, while eating up space that could be put to use growing local food. Inhabitants of these homes require a motor vehicle to go an.y.where, usually with fairly long commutes that contribute to poor motorist behavior, like feeling entitled to the roads, choosing to drive while using a cell phone, etc. Not to mention little time left for physical activity.
This kind of development is NOT sustainable in any sense, yet it continues. The fridge sellers (a young family) owned not two, but three, late model vehicles to assist in their drive-until-you-qualify lifestyle!
OK… well, here’s a little ray of hope. The neighborhood that I grew up in used to boast one of the largest shopping malls west of the Mississippi… until malls fell out of fashion sometime in the late ’80’s and it became one of the many “dead shopping malls” dotting the landscape.
BUT, somehow a group of forward thinkers got the idea to redevelop the area with sustainability and “new urbanism” in mind, and now it’s a totally walkable community with lots of housing & shops & businesses, and it’s been such a rip-roaring financial success that other parts of the metro area are following suit. Here’s an article if you’d care to be inspired and/or email it to your city council representative! 🙂