Ivy and Kib were putting the finishing touches on the Halloween decor. Not knowing whether we would have sidewalks before the Trick or Treaters started to arrive was getting on everyone's nerves.
The candles had fresh batteries, in case the electricity was suddenly cut off.
Burt just needed to hang the garland.
He had been dreaming about ice cream, so when he woke up from his nap he headed straight for the refrigerator and discovered the ice cream bars had melted!
The refrigerator had stopped!
Panic ensued. After a thorough cleaning of all the vents and fans, following all the directions for what to do when your fridge stops, it was declared a goner. Somehow we overlooked the fact that it's at least fifteen years old.
There's no way a refrigerator could be delivered through this. All the repairmen contacted have refused to even take a look at it. Apparently the equipment and parts needed to repair it are too heavy to carry from even the closest street.
So, it's the beer cooler on the patio. It won't keep anything frozen but we are just a few minutes from the best ice cream in town, so Burt will be ok. I guess it's not always a disadvantage to live up here in the frozen north. Let's just hope the raccoons are busy elsewhere until we find a better solution.
Thanks for stopping by, see you soon for Part Two
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