Dealing with a Broken Refrigerator Farmgirl Style

Fifty-five degrees.  Well, that’s not good.  The refrigerator should probably be colder than that. We do not presently have the money for a new one.  I slurp my lukewarm milk from my bowl of cereal.  I panic. I go outside, sit down, face to the sun, feet on the ground and quiet down.  Then I…