Spoiled - - Not Yet

So, I came home from work Friday evening. It has been five grueling days. I deserved a good meat and potato meal. I set my stuff down on the counter and go straight to the freezer in the basement. As I open the freezer door, I notice the puddle of water in the very bottom compartment.
That is not good. So, I check the cord. It is plugged in just fine. What about the thermostat? Yep, it is set at number seven where it is supposed to be set. Hmm. Next I switch on the washing machine to see if it works. Yep, works fine. So I plug the freezer where the washer had been. Nothing.
Okay, so now I have a whole freezer full of stuff to deal with. I took everything from the top shelf of the freezer to the bar-b-que. I fired the old girl up and stuck three beef chuck roast on the one end and on the other end, the eight pork cutlets. That filled the grill.
So I go back down stairs and realize I cannot cook up all the rest that is in the freezer. The lower shelves of the freezer are still mostly frozen. I call my friend Jim. He agrees to come over with a cooler and haul the frozen foods back to their home. Shirley is going to cook up this giant bottom round. I originally bought it to make into beef jerky. Someone stole the doors from my smoker, so I have to retool before smoking any more meet. I think they stole the doors for the value of the aluminum. I would gladly give the crook what he got for them, if only to have them back.
Tomorrow, I need to clean the vegetables from the mess. I plan to put them onto my compost pile. This is a sad way to be forced to thaw my freezer. I think I have had this freezer for about nineteen years. It has worked flawlessly the whole time. I hope there is some simple fix. Maybe, a reset button or something.
Wish me luck,
Kayak Bandit