Though I avoided any embarrasing incidents as we did not have any guests over the other night, I have been still under pressure to repair the icemaker in the FTI commissary as detailed in the previous posting. Failure simply was not an option, something had to be done. I knew that swift, decisive, meaninginful action needed to be taken. Enter the FTI maintenance staff.
A related branch division of our heretofore mentioned FTI IT dept. (the most reviled department here at FTI), I had an inkling of some possible success as they promptly responded to the maintenance requisition I had placed earlier in the day, neatly attired in their coveralls and shoe booties ( to keep Mrs. Kfred from complaining about wearing the shoes in the Executive living quarters), and ready to go. It truly was a marvel as they rummaged through their toolkit to perform their own form of life restoring surgery to the icemaker and leave everything in like new condition. At one point, I did note I thought it odd that having a turkey baster, old bicycle seat, and a single colored Rubik's cube among the collection of wrenches and screwdrivers a bit puzzling, but hey, these guys are the professionals.
In the end, the icemaker was brought back to life and all is well. Before they left, though I had to ask,"what's with the single colored Rubik's cube? They have 6 colors. Why only one?"
"Inspiration. Whenever we get stuck on a problem, we go to the cube, twist it a couple of times and get all sides to be the same. We figure if we can do that, we should be able to fix anything else."
I know not to question this type of logic.