Yesterday, around bowling, was a money day. First thing we did was take the folding money to the bank and get it deposited, then Rich wrote the estate a check for that amount. I chugged on down to the Golden One and deposited it, and the checks I'd accepted (from people I knew, and the furniture guy) at the sale. On the way back to the bowling alley, I saw one of the decorated elk that Sacramento and Elk Grove are putting up. After bowling we went over to the third bank to pay the mortgage. I am feeling pretty good about the estate being solvent!

Bowling was OK, though we lost three games. I had 121, 134, and 157 (that last one beat Rich, too.) My average is up to 122.

Today the first thing we did was go to the Community Center box office for tickets to Seussical, The Musical. I wanted to use an expired refund, so we had to then go to the other box office. We got great tickets, on my birthday, for $60 each, and I did get to use my stale $4.57!

Then we went out to Davis and started the cleanout. We first stopped at Davis Waste Management and paid for the refrigerator to get picked up. We talked to them about the big TV and it wasn't going to work in Yolo County. Rich had talked to the SPCA thrift shop lady yesterday, so she planned to come by about 11. The other thing that was to happen is I had some papers to sign with the realtor.

There's quite a background on the fridge. It broke in the latter part of 1997. Himself kept postponing replacement. One of his correspondents found this out and started nagging him to replace it. I was in this woman's mailing list, although I knew she didn't like me. I'd seen some of the things she said about me, so I wasn't any too fond of her either. We were able to keep it polite anyway and there were other things to talk about. When the REFRIGERATOR! postings started, I sent her some private light-hearted mail pointing out that if G. was nagged, he'd get stubborn and never get a replacement. (Actually, I knew something she didn't, which was that he had company coming from Miami and he'd be sure to have a working fridge in place by then.) This woman had been online long enough to know basic netiquette, but she still responded to me in the list, including re-posting my mail. Every post from her had REFRIGERATOR! in it, and not once, not twice, but over and over and over. After about a month of this, and she wouldn't shut up (she was not only carrying this on in her mailing list, but in mail to Gerhard, over and over), I finally said that if I never heard the word "refrigerator" again in my whole life, it would be fine with me, please remove me from the list. I don't know if the other people on the list silently cheered or not, but I certainly felt better. And, before his company came, G. got a nice big working refrigerator and moved his old one out to the garage. (Why didn't he have Sears take it away? I don't know, though after today I have some suspicions.)

At the house we started straightening the post-sale mess up, putting obvious trash in one place and the things for the thrift shop lady to look at somewhere else. The realtor came and was not properly impressed with how much had been done. I signed the papers. He tells me the pest guy found some termite damage, and that from now on these bills will be paid in escrow.

Meanwhile, Rich opened the old fridge, which had been jammed in and unopenable. Yet another Gerhard trick! It was full! Fortunately, it was dry stuff, but still. It's too late in the process to sort out the little jars of jelly and the pancake batter, etc. I don't know why he didn't empty it, I don't know why he didn't have a way to get into it if he was going to use it as a pantry, I don't know what he was thinking. If there was a fortune hidden in this fridge, though, it's gone. Rich dumped the whole thing into the trash except for the Seven-Up glass which goes to our Saturday helper who had bought the restof them, and the Corelle dishes which Sunny bought. Oh, and an unopened pound of rice.

The thrift shop lady came by and wanted almost everything, the dumpster people came by to measure, and the fridge guy came and toted it away. Rich took three loads to the thrift shop, and then we loaded up the big tv, the one we watched 9/11 on while I inventoried books and Rich started on the garage, into the van. It actually wasn't as hard as we thought it would be, once we started "rolling" it. Another tv, and off to the local Transfer Station. And so home, a busy busy day. Tomorrow will be worse.

Sgt. Stryker takes on the Pentagon whiners.