Most of Sunday was spent with the refrigerator. It was collecting ice in the back corner of the freezer box, I thought it would be a good idea to manually de-frost the thing. It took a long, long time to de-frost that glacial pile of ice--clearly there was plenty of ice behind the back wall too. Vacuumed all the coils, the back, that fans, the motor.
Then thinking I was done, I plugged it back in and turned up the dial on the thermostat. Nothing happened. Nothing. Except the light came on. No sound. No humming. No cooling.
Oh well. My Placervillian sister had just told me recently that one can live without a dishwasher [and we have for some months] but you can't live without a refrigerator. --I don't know, maybe I can learn how to salt meat for long term storage.
After some time of looking for tips on how to fix a refrigerator on online do-it-yourself sites. It happened. With the freezer door still open. It started. A noise. Strangely loud. Familiar yet strange. Cindi called out with "what's that noise?" I had no idea. I came running. It was the sound of the refrigerator, amplified by the empty freezer box, with the door wide open. It had come to life. Ready to cool its inner-world.
We are still waiting to see if the ice maker starts to work again. But the water in the ice trays is already solid. Yay!
You could come to Living History this year with Mom and learn all sorts of helpful,old-timey skills to help you survive in the Whittier Wilderness! My 13, be there or be square (or something like that...)
ReplyDeleteSorry about your refrigerator problem. I haven't been on the blog for awhile so didn't know if it would let me on. Annette is also a friend of mine. Had to report on the rain. .5" overnight to this AM
ReplyDeleteWho is Annette?
ReplyDeleteAh, I found her. On an earlier post. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnd the icemaker is working...as if we need it now! Brrrrrrr.
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