Odd dilemmas

What does one do with a spare refrigerator when there is neither a garage nor a basement family room in which to park it? Back in October we arrived home from vacation to discover our refrigerator had died in our absence. Tried a couple of things and concluded it was really, truly dead. There are no refrigerator repair persons within a reasonable distance of our place, so we went for the easy option: drove to Marquette to Menard's and bought a new refrigerator.

Since then, the old refrigerator had been sitting outside while we tried to figure out what to do with it. A couple weeks ago we decided to drag it into the Camp (aka The Woman Cave; I've got all my sewing stuff set up there) so the S.O. could tinker with it in a warmish space. If it was salvageable, like if all that had gone wrong was a relay got fried, we'd order a part online. If it wasn't salvageable. . .  well, I do like to garden, and they say that as you age, raised beds are a good idea because you don't have to kneel to weed. We shoveled the snow off, dragged it in, and then let it sit for a few days so all the snow and ice could melt off and the electrical wiring could dry out. Yesterday the S.O. decided to start the diagnostic process. First step: plug it in.

Next step: do some muttering, mostly of phrases sounding suspiciously like "What the fuck?" and "Why the hell. . . ?" Bottom line: the repair work apparently consisted of letting it get snowed on for awhile and then plugging it in. Just like it mysteriously died back in October, now in late January it is working just fine. It's a mystery. Now all we have to do is figure out where to park it so it's not in my way. Maybe the S.O. would like a beer fridge out in the barn?