09:18 – Barbara is doing well, but I think she’s going stir crazy. She has a doctor appointment in about 10 days. Assuming he approves her to drive, she’ll be going back to work the next day.
We cleaned out the upstairs refrigerator/freezer yesterday morning, stored all the stuff in large styrofoam coolers with ice packs, and let the thing defrost completely. It has been leaking water from the freezer compartment down into the refrigerator. You can find anything on YouTube. I did a Google search for ‘Whirlpool gold leaking water from freezer to refrigerator’ and found a couple of videos that illustrated how to fix it. I’m hoping that the drain line was simply blocked with ice rather than foreign material. This morning all appeared dry, so we plugged it back in and reloaded the contents of the freezer and refrigerator. If it does it again, I’ll take more serious steps.
I’ll spend today building subassemblies and science kits.
If freezer begins leaking water again, try using a ” wet rag seal ” around the straw of a can of canned air and give the drain line a blast of compressed air. This worked for me recently … lint & dust tend to accumulate over time and this will blow the line clean.
Good idea. I thought about blowing it out with compressed air, but Barbara wanted her refrigerator back so I decided to see if just thawing it completely would fix the problem. If it recurs I’ll do as you suggest.
Thanks for them tips, guys; we gotta try the same thang up here with our fridge and freezer, exhibiting the same symptoms.
Snowing steadily today all day; now minus-3, and heading to minus-8 to minus-16 tonight; we have a wintuh weathuh advisory, 4-6 inches of blowing snow.
We will keep the woodstove cranking and besides snow removal ops, laundry, and suchlike, will take it easy today.
My little phone interview is coming up in 20 minutes….O frabjous Joy!
Happy Chris Kyle Day, Mr. Lynn.
When anyone bitches to me about snipers, napalm, cluster bombs, etc. I always ask them if they’d rather their kid or their neighbor’s kid came home in a body bag.
I now ask if it was really necessary to send their kid or the neighbor’s kid to the latest clusterfuck engineered by our lords temporal for purposes arcane, stupid, jingoistic, materialistic, take your pick, but certainly not for Liberty, Freedom, Democracy. That’s just a really bad joke now.
This does not make me very popular. Nor does it make me very popular when I tell the other combat vets we gotta quit signing up for this shit.
Too fucking bad. I did three U.S. wars for nothing and came back somewhat messed up and while I was gone, lotsa peeps got rich and powerful, just like in every other damn useless war.
Including my uncle, dad, and both grandfathers, who went off to their wars, also for nothing. We are now friends and allies and enthusiastic trade partners with all our former enemies from those adventures. And enemy to our former ally.
More like “1984” by the day here.
Happy Chris Kyle Day, Mr. OFD 🙂
I was gonna ask where that came from but I see it’s down in the great Lone Star State, not nationally.
Here it is Groundhog Day.
Looks like a lot more wintuh coming our way.
I heard the groundhog did not see his shadow because he popped up and was eaten by Brummer the German Shepperd.
Around here it would be Brady the Dumbo Golden Retriever instead of a German Shepherd, which we don’t see very often anymore for some reason. Or maybe Big Socks, our tough and muscular male cat.
One of my friend’s son is a Navy Corpsman. He just got assigned to a USMC squad and was preparing for an Afghanistan tour. Last night he told me that his son just got the word they might be headed to Iraq. Sigh.
I still think that you might like that Glenn Beck book. Go borrow it from your local library. Or don’t. Scary, very scary when Obola is fairly sure that he does not need a SCOTUS or a Congress. And, how much he disrespects them.
http://www.amazon.com/Agenda-21-Glenn-Beck/dp/147671701X/
Watched “Blacklist” last night after that crazy superbowl. Was good , very good. Only a few technical details were off the reservation. Must admit that I have missed James Spader as an actor.
Hey OFD, I hope that you get that job. I am worried that you spend all day watching those cat shaming dog videos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7znI_Kpzbs
I heard that Obola thought it was a groundog, and ate it.
I ack-shoo-ally long since saw dat dog/cat video and saved it; showed it to the fems here who also laughed their butts off. This dawg has grown up with them since he was a puppy and they were kittens so he is not the least worried about them. Nor they him, other than being accidentally stepped on with big dawg paws.
The HR chick emailed me again today after the phone caper and now they wanna do a Skype interview for an hour or so on Friday to go over my techie drone skillz or sumthin. Whatever, I couldn’t care less. They run their Ubuntu servers via being hosted at RackSpace and the job description has a long wish list of other chit they would like this drone to handle. I was told twice, though, that they have a “junior” sys admin who does all that “heavy lifting” and they’d just want me to help out when needed. Heard that chit before. Also told I’d be a “senior” sys admin and be more on the “strategic” stuff, like strengthening the relationship and work between here and their sites in Taiwan and Europe. Sure, whatever.
I figure the jig will be up when they realize how old I am and also that I probably don’t know every jot and tittle they have on their wish list or whatever.
Sooner I get this due diligence thang over with, the sooner I can get back to my own plans.
Our four to six inches of snow has become more like ten and it’s well below zero now with occasional snow showers still to come. And Mr. Town Plow Guy just packed us in real good with the usual frozen cement at the end of the driveway, too. I’ll hit that tomorrow with the pickaxe, sledgehammer and some dynamite.
Good luck, OFD, meaning either getting the gig or not getting the gig, whichever would be luckier.
Yah, we got a bit more than the few inches forecast. It was all very light and fluffy, though, so it was easy to clean up. Except for the end of the driveway, of course. I didn’t have any dynamite, but a gallon of gasoline and a match worked well enough.
Thanks, Mr. SteveF; I was thinking seriously about using gasoline and a match but somebody would be sure to call in the FD and gendarmes, no doubt, in this ‘hood. The dope dealer across the street apparently does OK and is pretty obvious about it, but hey, they’d drop the hammer on me for that, no doubt.
Well, I just came in from jump-starting a car. My mother-in-law came into my office jabbering at me. I can fumble my way through spoken Mandarin mostly well enough, but her accent is so thick that even other Chinese natives can’t understand her. So I followed her and found that a Chinese guy (whom I know) was trying to maneuver my wife’s car out of the driveway but didn’t manage anything but getting it stuck in the snow. He has it in his head that I don’t speak any Mandarin, so he didn’t try to speak to me and instead resorted to pantomime to indicate that his SUV, in front of our house, wouldn’t start. So I continued out in shorts and flannel shirt and unlaced sneakers in 4-degree-F weather, climbing through the snowbank around the car which was now blocking the sidewalk from the front door, thereby filling my sneakers with snow, so I could get to my van and pull it out of the driveway and get in position to jump start his car. And then help him figure out how to use the jumper cables without cross-connecting the positive and negative. And then pull his flashlight out of the engine compartment where he’d dropped it. And then hope he wouldn’t come back any time soon because this really was not what I wanted to be doing at 10PM in 4F weather when I got only a couple hours’ sleep last night and have a story due in an hour and a half. (It’s pretty well done, just needs a proofreading pass and if I can think of a zippier final line I’ll swap it in.)
There’s probably a moral to this story, but damned if I know what it is.
Yeah, Blacklist was pretty good. I don’t think the F-22s could go from Wright-Pat to the Bering Sea in an hour or so. From a base in Alaska, maybe. But not Ohio. And they wouldn’t use “missiles” to blow up an oil platform, but smart bombs. The best part is that they have revealed why Red is protective of Lizzie. But not how that connection came to be. There are still many links in that plot chain.
Just checked Wikipedia – there are F-22s at Elmendorf in Anchorage. The writers need to be slapped with a herring. Or a salmon.
“There’s probably a moral to this story, but damned if I know what it is.”
Let me help.
The moral to this story is: Be sure your domicile is wired with motion-detector floodlights and claymore mines, facing the right way, of course. Whichever person/s approaching said domicile must be able to speak flawless English and state their business clearly. Failure to do so will result in immediate termination. With extreme prejudice.
The other moral is don’t wear friggin’ shorts and sneakers in Northland Territory, assuming we can count the Capital District as such, this time of year. We may get called out in the night for just such tomfoolery as this.
What Mr ech said. Many failing scenarios in that series. And some of us knew all along why Red was dogging around Lizzie. The writers need to be beaten to the floor with Alaskan king salmon and then set upon by Alaskan king crabs.
And then jabbed real good by Sara “Elbows” Palin.
OFD, your notion of motion detectors and English detectors is not bad, not bad at all, but needs refinement. First, I don’t want to blast offenders with Claymore mines. Too quick. I want to deploy a killer robot who will chase down the offenders, doing it slowly enough to maximize their terror. Second, the English requirement is good, but the “state their business clearly” would catch my wife, who seems utterly unable to actually say what the hell she’s trying to say. It’s not just a Chinese cultural thing. I think it’s mostly the drugs she’s taking, which are keeping her alive but are rotting her brain. (Prescription drugs, I should point out. My description of them could be applied to heroin. Though I wonder if the heroin would mess her up less.)
would catch my wife, who seems utterly unable to actually say what the hell she’s trying to say
Pffftttt, you think that makes you special? My wife will start talking about something or someone she has been thinking about but starts in the middle so I have no idea what she is talking about. Things like “She wants me to help with her stuff is that OK?”. To which my response is “Who and what stuff are you talking about?”. Which pisses my wife off. Generally resulting in a snarky comeback of “We were talking about it yesterday, don’t you remember?”.
I like the compressed air trick for clearing the defrost drain.
What I don’t understand is why they still don’t sell non-frosting freezers.
Keeps the food in better condition and twice year you pile everything up in blankets and clean the damn thing.
“Generally resulting in a snarky comeback of “We were talking about it yesterday, don’t you remember?”.”
The thing is, you probably were, but they expect us to continue to carry those conversations in our heads indefinitely, like human tape recorders, i.e…..like them. I get this all the time, plus the irritation with my evident deafness; they know I have tinnitus and my right ear ain’t so great but they insist on talking to me from that side…as they’re walking away…with a radio going on that same side….
…so in retaliation I now claim not to have heard all manner of things.
Fixed it for ya.
What? Huh? Can’t hear ya, hon….
…cranking up that Blue Cheer ditty…well I’m sittin down here on the Parchman Farm…ain’t never done nobody no harm…RIP Dickie Peterson…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dickie_Peterson