When your refrigerator leaks, you are very lucky to realize it right away. My friends have faced all sorts of problems and renovations due to water issues with their refrigerators. Catastrophes, even.

Thankfully we discovered ours right away, when a puddle of water appeared in front of a corner of our very old GE top freezer, no frills, fridge.

Was I sad? Heck, no! I seized the opportunity, throwing a dishtowel on the puddle before trotting down the hall to my office. It was research time, and my Dream Machine was to come home to Mama.

Banjo Man was in the car with me within two hours. We quickly agreed to buy a French Door refrigerator with a bottom freezer. There was only one model that was narrow enough to fit in our space and also didn’t have water and ice in the door. We wouldn’t be tempting fate and installing a water line for an ice maker. We headed to Westerly and purchased it at the store that could deliver it in four days and not six weeks.

Sometimes a text message can make your heart sing.

Sorry about the blurry picture, but you get the general idea.

Last Wednesday was the busiest day of the year so far. Nancy was here working on her quilt, the refrigerator was delivered and the old one removed, Claire arrived for her own sewing lesson and Jeff stayed to visit. The contents of the refrigerator covered the counter, island and dining room table.

And a few days later I actually had a reason to go to Home Goods and buy something I really needed: plastic refrigerator bins to keep the bottles and jars organized.

Banjo Man keeps opening the doors and exclaiming, “Three lights! Three lights!”

And I continue to stare out the back door and trill, “No snow! No snow!”

Welcome to Spring.