My wife has an obsession with ice.  I managed to make it on my own for ten years with just a couple of plastic trays.  She moves in and suddenly half my freezer is full of them.    We don't need that much ice.  

 

The notion that our refridgerator is "icemaker ready" has always intrigued her, but I've played deaf.  Then came the Hurricane, and her displaced grandparents.   We let them park their RV next to our house for a week and they wanted to get us something so what did my wife ask for?  Thats right, and icemaker.  And they went out and ordered one to fit our fridge. 

 

I wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to listen to an icemaker grind in the middle of the night, or giving up any more freezer space to ice; but it wasn't worth the argument.  UPS dropped off a box a week later and I spent an afternoon after work fiddling with it.  Thats when I discovered that all the parts weren't there;  a wiring harness was missing.   So I stuck it all in a corner.

 

Two weeks later, on a Saturday Morning after my wife leaves for the grocery store I sit down to what promises to be a rare uninterrupted hour when I can watch what I want on TV and my inlaws show up.  At 9AM on a Saturday.   Of course they were too polite to show up unannounced and called when they were five minutes out so I could know to put on some pants.   Apparently the grandparents had asked if the icemaker had come in and somebody told them it wasn't installed yet.   That set off a chain reaction of blame from grandparent to parent to "lazy-no-good-can't install and icemaker by himself-watches tv in his underwear on Saturdays" son-in-law.   Okay, it wasn't that bad, but thats what I felt like.

 

So luckily I am able to show and explain whats missing to my father-in-law and in no time at all they are off to  order parts.  Fine with me.  I wasn't bothered by the box in the corner of the kitchen, I don't really want an icemaker.  (come to think of it, didn't I marry one?)

 

So another week goes by and another box arrives.   It' s a wiring harness alright, but not the one I need.   I try not to smirk in front of the wife.   (but sooner or later she'll probably read this.)   I put the new box on top of the old one.

 

Now I could do a number of things, from going myself to order the right part, to buying a brand new refridgerator that makes six types of ice along with chilled water and a night light.  But I'm perfectly happy without an icemaker.  And those boxes in the corner still don't intimidate me.