We will be having a small group at our house for the feast this year, and even a small feast calls for a turkey. Today was to be my day. Yep. I will venture to the supermarket to buy a smallish bird. I hate grocery stores during Thanksgiving week and try to avoid them. Before buying a turkey, however, I had to make space in the freezer. I opened the door and .... WHAT?!? .... dripping. Melting ice cubes. Soft baggies of chicken stock and spaghetti sauce. Yicky frozen veggies. Oh, no!
I tried turning it to a lower temperature and waited an hour or two. Nope. By now we had water on the kitchen floor. It's only six years old and it has already had one repair call. It can't by dying now!
Checked the coils and -- while I certainly wouldn't want to live down there -- they weren't so bad that they would be the cause of the problem. It's not the setting and it's not the coils and the freezer is making noise, it just isn't freezing.
Tomorrow after Alex's ultra sound or scan or whatever they are doing, we will go buy a refrigerator. I hear Lowe's delivers the following day. Our old one is a Kenmore -- our new one will be something else. In the meantime I will build a moat of towels around the fridge for tonight.
Aaaaaaargh!
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