The air conditioning unit stopped working on the hottest day of 2015. At this point, my husband started using a real calculator to total expenses. His muttering grew louder.

“What else can go wrong?” I asked. (Hint: The answer is “more.”)

A few days later, I went to the refrigerator to get milk for a bowl of cereal.

“Honey,” I said, “everything in the fridge is warm and there’s a puddle of water on the floor.”

The refrigerator had died a completely defrosted death. For the second time in a week, an appliance van pulled into the driveway alongside the dumpster and the construction crews’ trucks.

The muttering continued, but this time I didn’t tempt fate by asking, “What next?”

The neighbors began to wonder what was going on. Ripping out the shrubs had caused a few raised eyebrows, but stripping the entire exterior of the house and getting a new refrigerator delivered was cause for concern.

I stood in the yard, surveying the controlled chaos occurring at my home.

“It looks like a total makeover,” a neighbor said. “Are you moving?”

“Heavens, no,” I said. “We’re getting a new back door.”

Contact Susan Hazlett at sus[email protected] or write to her in care of The Pantagraph, 205 N. Main St., Bloomington, IL 61702-2907.

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