Unusual Suspects

I mentioned in Friday's post that I was awaiting the arrival of the refrigerator service man. To my delight, he showed up just before 11am--a full hour before I expected him. Perhaps he's new to the industry.

At any rate, after a lot of poking around and much scraping of unintentional ice, he determined that our Ice Maker was the cause of the problem. Apparently in the mid to late 70s, when our fridge was made (I wish I was kidding), the ice maker was an integral part of the Big Picture. When it goes out, the rest of the machinery becomes confused and forlorn and just sort of stops working the way it should. Our ice maker hasn't worked since long before *we* rented this house, which would explain the three days it previously took to defrost the thing. Or maybe it doesn't. The ice maker doesn't work, and yet there are several inches of ice forming in the back and sides of the box, according to Bob the repairman. At any rate. The call has been put out for a replacement ice maker for a late 1970s Kenmore refrigerator. Pardon my coughing fit. In lieu of finding that replacement, discussions will then start with the warranty company for a replacement fridge. Obviously we are hoping for the latter--not the discussions, which could take months, but the actual new fridge. It will be nice to keep perishables in the house again.