Captain’s Log 12/15/19, The Fridge Goes Out

This blog is about living aboard a boat in the Pacific Northwest and snow-birding to Arizona while training an artificial intelligent mental health virtual assistant named Rubi ready to provide support in the traumatic aftermath of COVID-19.

The next day was also sobering as the flag was still at full mast, the calm of the cold waters was rather creepy than peaceful and my fail to investigate the fridge the night before, resulted in over $200 worth of food being spoiled. I had noticed a puddle of water on the floor coming back from my morning walk and then when I went to make breakfast, nothing was cold, and the fridge was silent! The freezer compartment had completely defrosted and that’s where the water had been coming from. I skipped breakfast, as the eggs were too warm, the yogurt was weird. The cheese slimy so I made instant oatmeal instead while I began to empty the contents of the fridge into the garbage can. It took three garbage loads. James was due home soon from his two weeks away at work and I had already bought enough food to feed him a couple steak dinners and hamburgers and those all went to waste. I had a very disappointed feeling in my stomach as I carted the three garbage bags up the ramp with a buggy in the wind.