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January 11, 2006

The Tango Lesson

soba-fridge2.jpg
This is the only picture I have of my bassackwards fridge.
But imagine that on the left, exactly where the photo ends,
there is a protruding bank of cabinets. Cat optional.


My refrigerator is backwards.

One of the little quirks about LA, if you move anywhere (even into an apartment, the cheapest you can find) you have to provide your own fridge. That's how I ended up with mine, and Mr. Ex and I moved it from place to place, each time a little higher up on the food chain, until we landed in a condo in Studio City that eventually sold for more money than I could logically envision. (We rented.) (Or else I'd be writing this column from the comfort of my very own velvet-lined jungle room.)

So I moved into this tiny house in Encino Park, one year ago, and I kept the fridge because I can only assume he made other arrangements. The moving company sent me three fine young Latin men who moved my 2500-square-feet of stuff into this tiny 900-square-foot place, and that was when we discovered all at once the refrigerator doors opened in the wrong direction. To get a beer or a slice of cheese, you do a little dance with the door, it just barely clears the countertops, like a French farce for appliances.

Oscar was 19 years old, one of the moving men. A reformed cholo with the tattoos to prove it, he was a tall Latin man who could rescue a damsel in distress. (A tall Latin man!) He offered to come over the next day and fix my refrigerator. On his own time. Payment? Dinner. We made arrangements for 7 p.m. the next evening.

Oscar never showed.
It was for the best.

I would have taken any shred of affection back then, I was so wounded by my husband's abrupt departure. A sideways glance, any kindness, and I could have been yours. It was fate and serendipity that The Refrigerator Repairman, as he became known, never appeared. Who knows what path I may have taken out of sadness and hunger.

That appetite we have for desire, it never leads to good when it's steeped in sorrow. This much I know for sure.

So, to this day, my refrigerator doors open the wrong way, and one day I will fix them myself or I will move and either decision will be better than relying upon the kindness of strangers, a'la Blanche Dubois.

I think about this sometimes as I do a little tango in my kitchen to get the milk for my cereal. All those little quirks about Los Angeles, and divorce, all those things you learn as you go.

Posted by laurie at January 11, 2006 09:21 AM

Comments

Awwww. It's not really home unless it has something quirky about it. I say leave the door the way it is.

Posted by: Dagny at January 11, 2006 09:28 AM

Go look at new refrigerators, they arent as expensive as you think, and it will be the first thing you get to buy without having to consult him, you can buy a plaid one if you want. Or call another repairman, you never know, maybe you now have good repairman karma and this one will show up.

Posted by: Lisa.Roberts at January 11, 2006 09:29 AM

http://www.diynetwork.com/diy/ha_installation/article/0,2037,DIY_13868_2268473,00.html

If you can knit - you can reverse the way the door opens!

Love ya Laurie!

Posted by: April at January 11, 2006 09:30 AM

hmmm - well that link isnt very pretty! if you need help finding it - google "reversing refrigerator doors".

Posted by: April at January 11, 2006 09:31 AM

A lurker no longer....
If you Google "reversing refrigerator doors" a DIY site, complete with pictures, comes up and tells you what you need to do it yourself.... it should take about 20min. (Have lived alone for the last 40 years, and learned to fend for myself......)
LOVE your blog!

Posted by: beebs at January 11, 2006 09:34 AM

Ditto what April said! And I love the overlord. Very cute. Mine just knocked all of my books and papers off of my desk area so he could stare out the window...because the window perch is otherwise occupied. I am SO knitting a kitty bed when I get this sweater done...

Posted by: Yvonne at January 11, 2006 09:36 AM

Hi Laurie, I love your blog. I'm not sure, but I think you only need to take the doors off, turn them, and then flip the handles. Or maybe barter a cool/scarf for the repair?

Posted by: demondoll at January 11, 2006 09:36 AM

I feel your pain -- the idiot who design my kitchen installed the mini dishwasher so that the door opens and ..... hits the front of the oven door (which protrudes just enough to stop the dishwasher door). So every time I go to load or unload the dishwasher, I have to hold the lower rack because it's now on a rather steep angle and will slam into the back of the machine if I let it go. Sigh.

Posted by: Sarah at January 11, 2006 09:45 AM

Others beat me to it, but it is really easy to reverse fridge doors. Gotta keep that chilled bottle of wine accessible.

Posted by: Kat at January 11, 2006 09:46 AM

I would probably do a little dance around the fridge for the rest of my life before I actually got around to doing something like fixing the doors so they open the "right" way. Besides, dancing is fun! I was very bemused by the buy your own fridge thing when I was apartment hunting. I was like, me buy a major appliance? You must be joking. Luckily the landlady at our place was nice enough to buy the fridge from the previous tenant and didn't charge us for it. Love her!

Posted by: shananigans at January 11, 2006 09:48 AM

yes, it's a little quirk about my house, something that makes me laugh when people ask about it ...

Posted by: laurie at January 11, 2006 09:50 AM

Just thirding (fourthing) everyone's suggestion to reverse the door. My mom actually taught me how to do it. If my mom can do it (the dear lady is not the handiest person around) you surely can do it.

Posted by: mimsie at January 11, 2006 09:50 AM

I think this came out wrong. It wasn't necessarily a complaint...

Posted by: laurie at January 11, 2006 09:54 AM

Well, think of it this way. Keep tangoing around your fridge and then enroll into ballroom dancing competition! *LOL*

I'm sure there are enough people out there who are reading your blogs that will offer you help! How about those LUVLY (and weird) neighbours of yours! Hahaha....okay, I think I'm in a funny mood...just because it kinda became clear to me that there's no way I can rescue my relationship...and it's slowly going down the drain. *where's that bottle of red?* Take care!

Posted by: Elemmaciltur at January 11, 2006 09:55 AM

I think you should leave the fridge doors exactly the way they are and reverse everything else in your kitchen. :-)

Love,
EverHelpfulDebR

Posted by: DebR at January 11, 2006 09:59 AM

Hell, I'm just impressed with how clean your fridge looks!!! :)

Posted by: Kat at January 11, 2006 10:01 AM

Our house is very old and very unlevel. SO if you put a shelf or anything level it doesn't look level.
If you make it level it looks dumb. If you can live with it do. Otherwise you may get stuck with doors on the floor or butt crack repair dude at the door.
He would fall deeply in love with you and stalk you forever.

Posted by: Roy (no really) at January 11, 2006 10:02 AM

This is also what next-door neighbors are for. Guys love to do stuff like this, especially for Southern belles. I know you weren't complaining about it, and you COULD do it yourself, but frankly why not get someone else to?

Posted by: Judy at January 11, 2006 10:02 AM

well, you don't *have* to reverse the doors on your fridge, but you most surely *can.* i've had to do it on almost every fridge in almost every apt we've lived in. also, to everyone out there on the internets, you can reverse the doors on many washers and dryers, too :)

Posted by: kyrie at January 11, 2006 10:02 AM

I think a fling with a 19 year old Latin man would have been just the thing!

Posted by: Tiffany at January 11, 2006 10:04 AM

Hmmm, how oddly the mind works.

After reading your entry, I pondered your comment:

"That appetite we have for desire, it never leads to good when it's steeped in sorrow. This much I know for sure."

and mostly put the fridge story as preface for it, so forgive if I make my comment go in a different direction than "home improvement." Having been in your shoes, and succumbing to the desire, I agree wholeheartedly. It's not just desire in the sexual sense either, I just remember wanting anyone to see and acknowledge me and reassure me that I was not the monster that my X thought me. It lead to hanging with people who I didn't even really get along with/like/etc...bad times.

Posted by: Anonymous at January 11, 2006 10:12 AM

if you want to be seen - then you'll have to go find a guy at the local Ace (usually better than Home Depot) and ask some advice on how to fix that door. I bought a house five years ago and have been doing *major* repairs (and I knew NOTHING when I got in here) - my point is, those boys at Ace are smart and you can go in wearing the rattiest clothes and not shower for three days and they will run to help a cute girl like you. You don't have to tell them you have no intention of fixing the door!

And the LA fridge thing - when my ex and I got our place in Studio City, same thing - I had no idea. Why just the fridge? Who started that nonsense?

Posted by: lisaz at January 11, 2006 10:34 AM

In much of the SF Bay Area, you also have to provide your own frig. It was a new one to me, but okay. The one that REALLY got me though was a friend of mine in LA told me she needed to buy not just a frig for her apartment, but also a STOVE. *boggle*

Posted by: Emy at January 11, 2006 10:36 AM

shit, I tried to edit one of my comments and deleted everything

Posted by: laurie at January 11, 2006 10:47 AM

is this showing up?

Posted by: laurie at January 11, 2006 10:48 AM

is this showing up?

Posted by: laurie at January 11, 2006 10:49 AM

AHA.. so we see the overlord in all his glory! But on the bright side.. all the dancing burns em calories..!
have a nice day
regards
g

Posted by: g at January 11, 2006 10:49 AM

When I lived in Guadalajara all the apartments that were in my price range had a room for a kitchen and came with the sink. I had to provide my own cabinets, stove & fridge. It was fun though!

Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at January 11, 2006 10:55 AM

I haven't reversed refrigerator doors, but I have done it with my dryer. It's really not difficult, but if you're uncomfortable doing it, there are all kinds of handyman services around who could do it on the cheap. Since you apparently work for a ginormous corporation, ask around for references and I'll bet you get a half dozen.

Posted by: Diane at January 11, 2006 10:59 AM

So.. THAT's what a refrig looks like... always wondered what was under all those magnets and papers...

Posted by: Miranda at January 11, 2006 11:06 AM

I grew up a righty in a left-handed household, I didn't even know that fridges came with doors that open the direction yours does until I was like, twenty - sadly! Just to revenge my Mum, I now own a fridge just like yours, which she claims has the handle on the "wrong side" and which she curses every time she comes over - it's pretty funny!

I'm casting my vote with those who say flip the door yourself, after all, there are few things more satisfying than a home repair job well done, especially if no men were around to assist! Plus, then you can brag to any cute men you know that you're quite handy with tools....

Posted by: Jacq at January 11, 2006 11:21 AM

I have a very good friend (who is also an original Southerner)and one of her favorite things to say is "It's better to be alone when you're feeling shitty, than to be coming from scarcity."

How often are we coming from scarcity - especially when it's male attention we seek? Learning how to not be coming from scarcity is the real lesson. Kudos to you Laurie for keeping that slightly busted fridge.

Posted by: jaclyn at January 11, 2006 11:22 AM

Hey Laurie-do whatever makes ya happy. To reverse or not reverse, nobody else can decide that for you. I love reading your stories every day, you are a wonderfully inspiring person. Thanks for bringing smiles to my everyday!

Posted by: Dana at January 11, 2006 11:25 AM

I need a backward refrigerator door. One that opens in instead of out... maybe then I wouldn't have so much in my refrigerator and I wouldn't be in it so much. Now the impediment is not my door but my big bum... how to get it out of the way.

Posted by: Cindra at January 11, 2006 11:40 AM

Wouldn't that be an overlady, or Shwimbo?

The literature is full of the misdeeds of repairmen. Let us be thankful that you were left in peace with your cats. And now, through the miracle of the Internet, you can have a DIY Experience.

Posted by: Lucia at January 11, 2006 11:52 AM

I can't show my cats this picture... So far they don't believe they can get up on the frige - and one of them truly is too chubby to make it, but the other one....

Posted by: Ginnie at January 11, 2006 11:54 AM

I agree with April, I like quirky in a home! But, if its driving you crazy, you can fix it! We have faith in you-(but we want pictures of the event :-))

Posted by: Lesli at January 11, 2006 12:10 PM

i love that you have to do a little dance to get into your fridge. and of course your overlord.

Posted by: maryse at January 11, 2006 12:13 PM

Drew's comments reminded me of my mom who lives in Mexico. Not just cabinets, refrigerator and stove. Nooo. That would be too easy. You also have to supply lighting fixtures as there are just wires sticking out from various places in the wall and ceiling. The idea is that when you move, you just take all of this stuff with you.

Posted by: Dagny at January 11, 2006 12:16 PM

It isn't that complicated to turn the door the other way though sometimes the various screws need some persuasion. You will notice that the place to put the handle and the hinge and stuff on teh other side will be covered with little plastic caps that match your fridge colour. There should be instructions in your instruction manual if you still have that. A chat to a guy at an appliance place might turn up some instructions otherwise. I urge you to go for it. I also recommend inviting some of your more practical girlfriends to help and hold your wine glass.

Posted by: JoVE at January 11, 2006 12:19 PM

At least the doors on a fridge can be reversed! My parents had their kitchen redesigned a few years ago. After all the cabinets were installed we realized something...the microwave door opened the wrong way! Now you have to do the limbo to cook something in the microwave. And they do not make microwave ovens that open to the right. trust me, we've looked.

Posted by: Jessica at January 11, 2006 12:37 PM

If I didn't know better, I would think I was looking at a picture of my own kitchen (except for the gas burners on the stove - mine is electric). Same window, same cabinets above, same everything. Our refrigerator had the same problem. My dh spend a half day fixing it - the refrigerator was old and the door was RUSTED to the one side, but he did manage to finally switch it. So as long as your refrigerator hasn't spent time in some storage unit where it had an opportunity to rust (we bought ours used so who knows what opportunities it had to rust - probably lived in a barn for a year or something for what we know...), the job should be quite easy. Seriously - if you can knit, you can change a refrigerator door.

Posted by: Tana at January 11, 2006 12:52 PM

My father LIVES for this very thing. Everytime he visits, he wants to change the way our fridge door opens. And we don't even have it in a restricted place. He just likes doing it. Weirdo.

But really, it can be done!

Posted by: Bad Amy at January 11, 2006 12:58 PM

Yep, you sure can change a door. Just a warning though, I had one that the little switch popper thingy didn't want to line up correctly on when I switched the door. It wasn't a major dealio, I just disabled it and cleaned the fridge more often. Your owners manual should have information on your specific model, if not try contacting the manufacturer for advice before taking on the endeavor. It's fairly straightforward though, nothing to be intimidated by :) Good Luck, and please, post pictures!

Posted by: Enjay at January 11, 2006 01:03 PM

You don't need no stinkin' man ( sorry guys!) to change that. Get some wine, a hammer and any other tools they might suggest on DIY. There's NOTHING like the feeling of empowerment a good fix it job can provide. Once.....in my backyard..... The chain fell off my zero radius lawn mower. ... I was such the ROCK STAR when I fixed it all by myself!! GO LAURIE!! GO LAURIE!!!

Posted by: schnoobie at January 11, 2006 01:27 PM

What *is* that about LA and the no apartment comes with a fridge thing? My whole Northern CA family was shocked when my brother first moved down there and said he'd had to buy a fridge.

Is it any more complicated for a landlord to take on that responsibility than a stove or a washer or a toilet?

Imagine if you had to buy your own toilet. (Although you might like the clean virgin-y no other butt germs unsoiled-ness of that!)

Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at January 11, 2006 01:33 PM

I didn't have a fridge when I first moved to LA until one of the neighbors was throwing his away and left it unattended in the parking garage. My friend Paul, upon seeing this, plugged it in, saw that it worked, and promptly STOLE it for my apartment. It didn't fit through the front door, so we had to take the door off. Oh no, not the fridge door, because that would have made sense. We took the front door off--a hydraulic door--at 1:00 am. It was a rusted piece of crap and the magnet to hold the door shut didn't work so we used Duct Tape to keep it closed, but I loved that refrigerator and kept it until I moved into a place that actually came with all the necessary appliances.

And I did have to change the door handles twice depending on the apartment. I was easy.

Posted by: Laurie Ann at January 11, 2006 01:39 PM

Laurie, never stop posting. You rock.

Posted by: anne at January 11, 2006 01:53 PM

Drew, Dagny - pretty much all rental accommodation in Europe comes sans kitchen. In fact, nothing *but* the kitchen sink.

Ikea does a good trade here.

Posted by: pauline at January 11, 2006 02:04 PM

I thought I was the only one with a backwards fridge door....

Posted by: Jan at January 11, 2006 02:06 PM

I think the whole lesson here is.....you CAN do it yourself, but WHY should you when there a whole WORLD full of eligible (not that you WANT to get married again but..) bachelors who would love to do it for you. I liked the idea of going into Ace and batting your eyelashes to gain attention, but SURELY you know a young latin or not-latin cutie to call and offer a trade to....
Dinner would be the obvious or maybe a scarf or hat?

Posted by: Lori at January 11, 2006 02:21 PM

That pic looks so much like my upstairs kitchen (2 family house) that I had to go up and make sure you weren't there.

I kinda like the backward fridge

Posted by: Amy at January 11, 2006 03:07 PM

Wow - there are a lot of people out there who don't know you but care enough to take a few minutes out of their crazy lives to help you figure out how to switch your refrigerator doors. That's pretty damn cool.

Posted by: Morgan at January 11, 2006 05:09 PM

Yeah, what bugs me is the fact whenever you show pix of your house (bathroom, kitchen) or work (desk), everything looks so FRIGGIN NEAT. Is that a southern thang? Or an OCD thang?

Posted by: MonkeyGurrrrl at January 11, 2006 05:28 PM

As a reformed chola - it was so refreshing to see another white girl know (and how to spell)what a cholo is! ;-)
It must be a California thang - I think people out-of-state think *cholo* is some sort of pastry.

Posted by: Jill at January 11, 2006 05:32 PM

Laurie - I love your blog! Keep your fridge just how you want it and keep on doing your happy fridge tango dance! It'll keep you young!

Posted by: Tami at January 11, 2006 06:06 PM

WHAT THE!?! all i see is white!!! no color, no quirky magnets! no color pppppppppaint on the wall! WTF? your soul is too colorful to live in such a sterile environment....PAINT!!!! DECORATE!!! just ask the cats...they will guide you...har-har...

Posted by: denise t at January 11, 2006 06:24 PM

Don't change your dysfunctional fridge. Because it generates such wonderful posts. These things generate grist for the mill.
When things go wrong for Laurie, WE get entertained...keep up the good work!

Posted by: haji-o-matic at January 11, 2006 06:29 PM

Um, could someone inform me as to what a "reformed chola" is? Or even, what a "chola" is? I live in Colorado and moved here from Illinois, two places where we seem not to have any "cholas." Or even know what a "chola" is! I am feeling ignorant here, folks! So I gaze into my knitting and ponder....What the heck is a "chola," folks???

Love your blog, Laurie! You bring me smiles every day! Pass the wine, please. Hugs, hugs, hugs.

"Chola" wonderer

Posted by: Janet at January 11, 2006 08:54 PM

The fridge door will remain as it is until Sobakowa is ready for it to change.

;)

Posted by: Corrie at January 11, 2006 09:09 PM

ACK! I know the pain of downsizing your home and dealing with all the funky quirks of an **apartment**. I'm in the early throes of divorce, and I'm adjusting to my 600 square foot apartment (down from our newly purchased 1500 square foot super cute 1920's house). Some days I bemoan my shoe box sized kitchen (seriously - just me and my fish can fit in there). And other days I'm thinking, "Enh, so what? It only needs to fit me...and fishy". You're so fabulously clever and talented (I've been knitting for a year and am still on scarves that turn out to have multiple hourglass figures). I could easily have a girl crush on you, and no, that's not an invitation to experiment. Keep on bloggin'...you're sending out good shazizzle.

Posted by: leslie at January 11, 2006 09:59 PM

*provides a sideways glance*

Posted by: dan at January 11, 2006 10:31 PM

Cholo- Mexican street gangster
Chola- female gangsta....

Hey Laurie...thought you danced the salsa...not the tango...

Im.just.sayin.is.all...........

Posted by: cholo-o-matic at January 12, 2006 01:03 AM

Be careful before you move those doors. If it doesn't totally clear the cabinets and so doesn't open all the way, you won't be able to pull out the drawers because they'll be blocked by the door or by the shelves on the door. My fridge was set up like that and I had someone change it so now I have to do the fridge dance, but at least I can get at the veggies in the drawers.

Barbara

Posted by: Barbara at January 12, 2006 03:11 AM

Hi Laurie ! I just stumbled on your blog after reading a reply you wrote on the Knittyboard, and I just wanted to express my admiration. You rock! I'm working my way through your blog (having some insomnia right now) but just wanted to let you know that I'm a Laurie too, I'm divorced too (almost) and my ex sounds like your ex kinda, but he didn't even want pets! Now I am happy with a cat! Your blog is great fun to read, and makes me embarassed of my boring one. And your cats are SO beautiful/handsome. You are amazing, keep on blogging and amusing us all!
best wishes,
Laurie
ps:just realized I'm ending all my sentences in exclamation points! I sound like a dork! How do you ever get time to read all these comments?!

Posted by: Laurie at January 12, 2006 04:12 AM

yes, it was for the better he didn't show. Perhaps not as much fun, but for the better.
I have lived in a lot of military houses where we have to provide a fridge. The old fridges, in the dark ages, were much shorter, so a lot of the kitchens have no space for a modern fridge. I had one in my living room, once.

Posted by: Tara at January 12, 2006 06:36 AM

They don't give you a fridge!?! Dang. Now I have to figure out how to save even more money before I can move to LA.

Posted by: Steph at January 12, 2006 06:47 AM

A few months back you made a joke about Joseph Smith smiting you on my blog....and now he's leaving comments. Should I be concerned?

Posted by: Pants at January 12, 2006 07:43 AM

How to define cholos and cholas? Think Chicano and Chicana youth gangster/fabulous: DIY glamor made from your dad's work clothes, aquanet, homemade tatoos and tragic poetry.
Sigh. You can tell from the above sentence that I was always way too nerdy to be a chola.
Alison Anders made an okay movie about cholas called "mi Vida Loca." Check it out.

Posted by: Laura at January 12, 2006 08:34 AM

I think this is your best post ever.

Posted by: k at January 12, 2006 08:43 AM

will you be present tonight?

(i suggest bribing the gnomes into reversing it for you.)

Posted by: miss kendra at January 12, 2006 10:09 AM

My mom would accuse my brother of dressing like a "cholo" whenever he wouldn't tuck in his button down shirts...

But even in a suit, a cholo has this kind of attitude...and the hairnet and tatoos are good giveaways too..:P But yeah, it was said above, think Mexican "boys/girls in the hood." My cousins and I, well, except for one, all "played 'em on tv" with our big hair and cool eye makeup and really really tight tank tops worn under big lumbjack patterned shirts for the girls, and "wife-beater" white undershirts under the big old shirts for the boys, but you only buttoned those top two buttons. And don't forget the white athletic socks with the blue work-pants-turned-into-shorts look for the boys. But only one of my cagillion primos was a real "El Sereno Boy." And we all kinda feel bad about it.

Posted by: Mary at January 12, 2006 10:19 AM

What a beautiful little essay. Simple, elegant, and touching. A lot like Eudora Welty .. you should read "Why I Live at the P.O." ...

Honestly, a great piece of writing.

thanks.

Posted by: Hurricane Chase at January 12, 2006 10:33 AM

Ah, but do you have a lightswtich that doesn't do anything? Those are my favorites.

Posted by: Imbrium at January 12, 2006 11:41 AM

I thought it was bad in Missouri, where you where apartments all came with appliances, but none o the homes did. Do you realize how many sizes of refrigerators there are? Well you find out fast in The Show Me State. That's one reason I'm happy to be back in Michigan, where everything stays with the dwelling.

I have to admit that Missouri doesn't hold a candle to Guadalajara. Sorry Drew!

Posted by: Imaginarymaggie at January 12, 2006 11:54 AM

Imbrium! HA!! In my circle, we call that the "Bayou Light!" "Somewhere in Louisiana, an alligator just got blinded by a flood light." HEE!

Posted by: mctwin at January 12, 2006 11:55 AM

Hi - it seems that I am the ONLY ONE who didn't know about your site! I just read your About Me page and think your fantastic! The three things I've enjoyed about your site so far are:
1. cats!
2. Newcastle Brown Ale
3. sentences like, "To be honest, Republicans seem kind of dumb."

Yay!

Posted by: jessica~ at January 12, 2006 01:30 PM

very nice blog you have here, I enjoy reading very much. Keep it up sweetie.

Posted by: ange at January 12, 2006 01:31 PM

What a beautifully written shot of words.

Posted by: KT at January 12, 2006 01:36 PM

Wonderful entry, Laurie. I had to read it to my husband. Please don't ever think your "serious" entries are bummers...
xox

Posted by: Mandy at January 12, 2006 02:07 PM

Laurie - your words are just beautiful. You have such a gift. Perhaps Mr X subconsciously realized that he was SOOOOOOOO not worthy of you? I'm just sayin...

Posted by: sue at January 12, 2006 02:48 PM

Laurie, you have a gift, you are a wonderful and funny writer! Thanks for keeping me entertained. Good luck with the fridge. :)

Posted by: Irie at January 12, 2006 03:30 PM

I just noticed how far Soba must have to jump to get to the top of the fridge. How limber she must be! Of course, my kitty is almost 12 and just a wee bit, um, stout, so she isn't jumping as far as she did in her salad days. Still, my congratulations to the spry Soba. :)

Posted by: Julie at January 12, 2006 03:45 PM

Alternatively to reversing the door, you might consider just cutting a large whole in the middle of the door. I bet you could even figure out a way to drip milk through that whole in the door to give your cats a nice treat during the day while your away.

Just trying to think outside the refrigerator.

Posted by: Hazzard at January 12, 2006 07:23 PM

Hey, my mother's got the same deal with her refrigerator door--and she intentionally bought it that way. Go figure...

Posted by: Elizzabetty at January 12, 2006 08:05 PM

Your refrigerator reminds me of a camping trip I took with my two youngest daughters after I had been separated about a year.

We arrived home after a weekend of fun with friends and had to get all the gear back up to our apartment which was a third floor walk up. We carried only what we had to up all those stairs. The rest was hauled up over the front porch with a rope. The 16 year old boy who lived next door tried to make fun of me when I was hauling the roof top box up. I had it almsot all the way up to the railing of my porch when he finally offered to help so I wouldn't drop it! I had it over the railing within a couple of minutes then leaned over and yelled down to him....Who needs a man...I can do anything myself!!!

Fix the fridge, don't fix the fridge...just see how beautiful your life is now. You go where you want, when you want with nobody to answer to....Enjoy it!

Posted by: Carrie at January 12, 2006 08:28 PM

Okay, so everyone's already said how you can reverse the doors. I have to say it again, and it's supereasy to do!

The hingey parts on the right side will fit where the handle screw parts on the left side are now, and vice versa. All you need is a screwdriver. Really. You can do it!

Posted by: Curious at January 12, 2006 09:31 PM

Beautifully written.

I came for the knitting content,
I stayed because you are hysterically funny,
and now, I delurk because this post is one fine piece of prose.

Just lovely...

Posted by: YajB (The Woolley MomMyth) at January 13, 2006 02:20 AM

I didn't even notice - am I totally oblivious or was I digging too hard for the wine?

You MUST be familiar with Miss Welty, n'est ce pas? I met her in college - I did a one woman show of some of her stuff and she came to our school for a seminar. Very lovely woman. Originally a West Viriginian. Hillbillies unite!

Posted by: Annie at January 13, 2006 05:23 AM

In addition to the very same problem with the fridge that you have, I also had an oven (same kitchen, mind you), which when opened, forced me to be either pinned on either side of it. And I couldn't be at the sink and have the fridge door open unless I wanted my arse in the vegetable drawer. This made baking for a living a wee bit more difficult than it should have. That was NYC living for you! Clearly someone was trying to BS a galley kitchen into a "chef's kitchen". HA. HA.

Oh, and I have that very same Ikea blue/green dot cardboard box!

Posted by: Oy Vey at January 13, 2006 07:52 AM

I don’t know why this is reminding me of this – but I once went into the ladies’ room and the stalls were SO friggin small. On top of that, the door opened inward. I got out luckily, but I was imagining a very large woman trying to call 911 to get her out. The door was put on wrong.

This was a hysterical post! Love your blog!

Posted by: Deb at January 13, 2006 01:52 PM

That is so funny! When I rented this apartment (being refurbished), with the tiny closet of a kitchen with only room for a stove and 'frdge, they were just putting the last appliances in. When I finally took possession, I realized that the door opened the wrong way!! It was most inconvenient, to say the least.

Across the hall, a mirror image of my apt, they were still finishing the apt, and I noticed that MY fridge was there! So I talked to the caretaker about this, and they came the next day and switched them (taking everything in the fridge as well)! Hahaha....

But now, at least, I don't have to go out of the room to open the door to get anything out! The problems we have to put up with when we rent!!

Posted by: Tallguy at January 13, 2006 02:01 PM

I can't help but read all these very sweet comments about how to fix the door and think: Dudes! It's a metaphor!

I'm sorry. I just had to say it. . . .

Posted by: Alicia at January 13, 2006 08:38 PM

If you don't want to risk changing the doors yourself, call the non-emergency number of your local fire-department. There's almost somebody at each station who runs a handy-man business on his days off! And they work for a city so they're usually on pretty good behavior!!

If anybody wants to read about cholos, Steve Cannell's Shane Scully's murder mysteries... Fast paced and set in the LA area.

Posted by: PainterWoman at January 13, 2006 11:11 PM

Love your blog - unlurking to tell you one thing about your fridge. If it's that close to the wall and you reverse the door so it opens correctly... you will never ever be able to get the crisper drawer out if you need to clean it. Maybe you actually *eat* the vegetables in there before they turn into smelly liquids, but every few months I have to wrestle the WHOLE FRIDGE forward about a foot to open the door wide enough to get that drawer out.
Oh, and yeah, we all get that it was a metaphor, but since we can't tell her how to fix the actual problem, we'll all just tackle the fridge issue...

Posted by: Carrie at January 14, 2006 09:03 PM

hey where did you go? are you out of town? i found your blog on the 11th, and then you stopped writing. i think that you are brilliant. you're so funny, and i have had alot of fun reading your posts. please come back! hope you're having fun where ever you are.

Posted by: jessie at January 14, 2006 09:47 PM

Aunt Purl? Come baaaaaack!

Posted by: Erin at January 15, 2006 08:00 AM

Where you at, Aunt Purl? Starting to get worried...

Posted by: etta at January 15, 2006 10:05 AM

I only read two blogs, you can't leave us now!!!! *picturing Aunt Purl trapped in a knitted cocoon of Patton's" Chew your way out girl!

Posted by: RishaMoonshadow at January 15, 2006 09:44 PM

Now that delurking week is over, I finally feel motivated to come out and say hi, but now I'm wondering where you are? I found your blog a couple months ago and have really been enjoying your writing, your observations and your sense of humor. I hope you're fine and off somewhere with some excellent wine, good friends and a captivating knit.

Posted by: Deb at January 15, 2006 10:38 PM

Hi Laurie,

Hope everything's okay - this is rather a long break in the blogging action for you, and in addition to missing your posts, I'm worrying. Was the France trip sooner than I thought? Have Roy et al ensnared you in a tangle of plassard yarn and you can't reach the computer? Is it finally cold in LA and your fingers are too stiff to type? Any excuse is acceptable, just please send the A-OK.

Love you in a weird hetero, distance, nearly-blogstalking, non-knitting kind of way,
inge

Posted by: inge at January 16, 2006 12:21 AM

Hi Laurie,

Hope everything's okay - this is rather a long break in the blogging action for you, and in addition to missing your posts, I'm worrying. Was the France trip sooner than I thought? Have Roy et al ensnared you in a tangle of plassard yarn and you can't reach the computer? Is it finally cold in LA and your fingers are too stiff to type? Any excuse is acceptable, just please send the A-OK.

Love you in a weird hetero, distance, nearly-blogstalking, non-knitting kind of way,
inge

Posted by: inge at January 16, 2006 12:22 AM

What inge said.

Posted by: pyewacket at January 16, 2006 10:19 AM

Refridgerator doors (and dryer doors) are fully reversable. I just changed my fridge doors out last week after dealing with backwards doors for 2 months and it was an amazing experience. I did have to buy a $3 wrench with a weird star shaped end to do it, but other than that it was really simple and the joy I felt afterwards was unmeasurable. *robyn

Posted by: Robyn at January 16, 2006 10:33 AM

i'm dying of random cat picture withdrawl.

help!

Posted by: ed at January 16, 2006 11:26 AM

Laurie, I miss you and your writings terribly! I hope everything is going okay. I will tell you, my work days have been gloomy without my daily dose of Aunt Purl since last week. Post when you can! I can't wait to see what else you have to say :)

Posted by: Rhett at January 16, 2006 12:26 PM

I really miss my daily dose of humor!! Come back, CAP!!

Posted by: Susannah at January 16, 2006 12:30 PM

Purl, where you be at?

I sincerely hope all is okay, and that this longish blog absence is a sign of a burgeoning social life just overflowing with happiness!

From another worried-mom type reader...

Posted by: Pam at January 16, 2006 12:36 PM

CAP need more posts...S.O.S. .....where are ya?

Posted by: bess at January 16, 2006 01:57 PM

You have got to come back!! I wake up and can't wait to read your blog (I work nights). I'm having withdrawls!!!!

Posted by: tiffknit at January 16, 2006 02:29 PM

Ready to poke me eyes out with my knitting needles...husband and kids driving me crazy. Need a good laugh!!!

Posted by: Jean at January 16, 2006 02:57 PM

Do any of you know anyone who actually knows Laurie? If so, call 'em up or email them and find out if Laurie's OK.

6 days without a post is a record for her. Makes me worry....

Posted by: Lauren in Austin at January 16, 2006 04:45 PM

Yoohoo!! Are you trapped under something heavy?

Signed,
Selfishly concerned in Missippi

Posted by: Rachel at January 16, 2006 08:15 PM

Laurie,
You are the best writer!!! You write down on paper what I hold close to my heart...

Posted by: Paula at January 16, 2006 08:47 PM

Ummmm... Laurie's Dad? I know you read her blog, do you ever read the comments? Is she ok? Anyone know how to reach one of the stores she posts about, maybe someone there has heard something? Ladies from Stitch N' Bitch?

Perplexed....
Jenn

Posted by: RishaMoonshadow at January 16, 2006 09:29 PM

Doesn't anyone remember that Laurie's mother is in town? Of course the ladies must be out and about, painting the town red, stalking stars at the Golden Globes, running down the latest yarn specials, and just hanging at Chez Purl. I'll just bet she'll have loads of things to report soon.

Posted by: Anonymous at January 16, 2006 10:42 PM

I found this on Jennifer's blog, www.SundayUndies.com, which gives us an inkling of what's been going on with our beloved Purl:

On Friday, Laurie and I tipsy-dialed France! Three times! To confirm our hotel reservations in March. There was A LOT of giggling involved. We've decided Marc, l'homme qui answered the phone, can't be anything but a devastatingly handsome and slightly smelly man.

Posted by: Beverly at January 17, 2006 05:01 AM

Ya know you can change the way the door swings - so just do it! Actually, when I moved, the same thing happened, only I didn't have as little space as you have. My movers were friends who knew how to do this, and even told me how to do it, but did they do it? No! It took me about 2 hours to complete it (both doors - don't forget the freezer), but it was well worth the effort. If you can knit it, you can figure out that door(s).

Posted by: Veronica at January 17, 2006 08:16 AM

So glad to hear Aunt P is likely okay! I've been worried, too!

Posted by: Lara at January 17, 2006 09:58 AM

totally blog stalking...
I checked Jen's blog too. There was CAP with her rosey red cheeks. Glad to see here having a good time without us.....;)

Posted by: psychomom at January 17, 2006 10:43 AM

Hey, I'm in LA for a TV Critics Association gathering ... staying at the Ritz-Carlton in Pasadena .. it's okay.

Man oh man, do you know what a cab from LAX to Pasadena costs????? $64 plus tip!

(I actually got OUT of the cab when he told me, before we left, and found a shuttle. $15 plus tip, whew.)

chase

Posted by: Hurricane Chase at January 17, 2006 12:21 PM

Nice story Laurie...

Keep doing the little refridgerator dance--it burns off wine calories...

Posted by: Renada at January 18, 2006 12:18 PM

From your picture, it doesn't look like there's enough room for the door to open correctly if you fixed it. This is from my in-laws' experience with this same situation.

Posted by: kim at January 30, 2006 09:03 PM