My refrigerator died. It was here when I moved in ten years ago, and I don't know how old it was then, but it clearly wasn't new. So I don't think it owed me anything. It died in two stages -- one false alarm and then the final demise. Both times I had to rescue food -- and some I lost -- but I did manage to save most of it by storing it with friends/family.

Then of course I had to replace the fridge. This was not easy, as the space that accommodates it is unusually short. There was only one model, actually, that would fit. (Otherwise, I would have to tear out cabinets). I bought that model and it has been installed. It is quite a bit more petite than the fridge that died, but actually I kind of like that. It fits much better in my galley kitchen. I just have to learn not to buy too much stuff. Since it's only me, that shouldn't be a problem, and since I still can't drive, I can only buy a little at a time anyway.

The total cost was $632, which included delivery, installation, and removal of the old fridge. I thought that was pretty reasonable. It was on sale at Best Buy.

Just after that happened, I had to pay a $105 copay for a CT scan I had done a month or two ago. I'm going to have a big Discover bill next month, but I do have plenty in savings to cover.

Last week was my 75th birthday. I got some nice presents, lunch out with the fam, and a movie -- in a real movie theater! It's been a while since I've seen anything on the big screen.

I have a couple of medical tests coming up -- a mammogram and a dermatology visit to determine if the spot on my hand is skin cancer. I think it is. It looks just like the lesion that was removed from my face last year.

I'm still waiting for the Secretary of State's office to tell me whether I can get my license back. It's taking a really long time, and the longer it gets, the more pessimistic I get.