Saturday, June 2, 2012
Waiting to chill
A few days later it stopped working again, and shame on us, we were three bubbles off plumb that time too. Once more a reset did the trick.
The following day, when I started loading for our trek, we were dead level. And the frig was dead, dead, dead.
I found seven service dealers for Norcold frigerators listed in Houston. The most popular one could see us in 23 days. Only one, an hour away in Conroe, would take us in the next day. The manager's name ? Jill.
I felt an affinity for Jill when I talked to her on the phone. Then I watched her skillful handling of Carl's engineering questions and was really impressed. The girl knows her stuff, and she knows how to handle customers too. She tells us what is happening about every four hours. Turns out that diagnosing an ailing RV fridge is a process of bypassing one system at a time and waiting for the frig to run overnight or fail. Translation: several days.
Right now the unit seems to be cooling if they bypass all the power supplies and temperature controls and overrides supplied by the RV. Maybe it's one of those things. Jill's not saying till she knows.
Meanwhile, all the stops we planned in the next week have been told we are on HOLD. I definitely don't want to drink warm milk all summer or spend a week at a dealership with Daisy while they run diagnostics.
I'm comfy here at home with all my possessions packed in piles ready to load. Looks like an episode of Horders. We turned internet and cable back on for a few days and will hang till things are chilling again.