It Moved!

I know that sounds like a Seinfeld skit, but it's nothing like that. I am talking about the ice box that has been under our porch since we arrived here in late October. It runs almost non-stop and when someone went to get ice, they always slammed the doors so hard it rattled the whole apartment. Although a 'white noise' when running, when it would go off for a little while, we realized how loud it had been. Now that the dock and dockmaster's house are complete, the ice box had to go back out there. Five workers, all speaking Haitian and making their plan for the move, eventually got the job done. First they moved it out on the dock with the dolly they use to move the pallets of supplies with.

Once out there, the dock got too skinny for the dolly, so they had another lengthy discussion, all talking at once. Then they decided to run and get a couple of metal pipes to put under it and roll it to the building.

When it was in line with the area it had to fit in (From up on my porch it didn't look like it would fit, it was that close), they stood there trying to figure out how to back in. I think they finally just combined their brute strength, and voila it was in its final resting area (sorry no photo with that yacht in the way). I know it sounds boring writing about it, but it really was funny with all the discussions and contemplating. Thinking back on it, the whole process probably would have made a great Seinfeld skit after all. 😉