Freezer adventures
Aug. 10th, 2018 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lyornEver since it got that hot in late July, my freezer has been acting up. Beeping warnings 45 minutes after it had been opened, humming all the time instead of in intervals, ice cream being softer than expected, that sort of thing. Couldn't have been the heat alone, it was 27°C inside, freezer should work up to 32. I suspected a broken plastic bit from 18 months ago and last Monday I finally fixed it with tape, which helped a bit (door closing tighter, I guess), but not a lot.
Thursday (yesterday) I noticed that the bottom of the freezer cupboard (I have a fitted kitchen, which I was never really comfortable with) was very hot and my imagination went into its usual overdrive ("OMG it's going to burst into flame some day!") I whined to Gwydion, who had come over to eat some of the ice cream he had deposited in the freezer (it was soft) and Gwydion, being generally curious and quite unfazed by creepy and slimy things (there are reasons I never visit him), suggested taking a look. Which I had avoided because I am very uncomfortable when it comes to creepy and slimy things.
It took us a while to find out how to remove the cover at the bottom of the kitchen. Behind it, it was amazingly clean. A box with unneeded parts that the workmen had left 5+ years ago, a cat toy that must have been there from the beginning, a thin layer of dust, a slightly thicker layer below the fridge and the dishwasher, where openings in the cover let hot air out and dust and cat hair in.
It took exploring the "roof" of that space by touch to find something that felt like a soft wool blanket, had the size of an oven cloth, was stable enough to pull out, was entirely made of dust and cat hair, and stuck in the hot-air outlet of the freezer. Yuck.
We left the cover off for the whole thing to cool down a bit more, and before long the humming got softer, the ice cream got harder, and I have made a mental note not to wait 5 and a half years again before checking for dust mittens or something.
I really needed that bit of technical/housekeeping success, because at work somewhere between domain administration, software infrastructure and a giant powerful underdocumented automation of routine tasks there is a train wreck of access rights mismatch, slowing operations to a crawl if not blocking them outright. With about five stakeholder parties it will take forever to get it sorted out, and I'm currently not fully mentally up to the contortions it takes to keep things kind of running, at least.
Anyway, it's the weekend, the heat broke (it will come back, and it's still not raining, but the air outside was wonderful today), the freezer is humming happily. Wednesday at ensemble practise I was my usual confused and insecure and passive-aggressive self (I don't know what's driving this and I can't seem to stop it) but I could play "everything you can sing I can sing higher" with the first sopranos. And the cats are very cute. They always are.
Thursday (yesterday) I noticed that the bottom of the freezer cupboard (I have a fitted kitchen, which I was never really comfortable with) was very hot and my imagination went into its usual overdrive ("OMG it's going to burst into flame some day!") I whined to Gwydion, who had come over to eat some of the ice cream he had deposited in the freezer (it was soft) and Gwydion, being generally curious and quite unfazed by creepy and slimy things (there are reasons I never visit him), suggested taking a look. Which I had avoided because I am very uncomfortable when it comes to creepy and slimy things.
It took us a while to find out how to remove the cover at the bottom of the kitchen. Behind it, it was amazingly clean. A box with unneeded parts that the workmen had left 5+ years ago, a cat toy that must have been there from the beginning, a thin layer of dust, a slightly thicker layer below the fridge and the dishwasher, where openings in the cover let hot air out and dust and cat hair in.
It took exploring the "roof" of that space by touch to find something that felt like a soft wool blanket, had the size of an oven cloth, was stable enough to pull out, was entirely made of dust and cat hair, and stuck in the hot-air outlet of the freezer. Yuck.
We left the cover off for the whole thing to cool down a bit more, and before long the humming got softer, the ice cream got harder, and I have made a mental note not to wait 5 and a half years again before checking for dust mittens or something.
I really needed that bit of technical/housekeeping success, because at work somewhere between domain administration, software infrastructure and a giant powerful underdocumented automation of routine tasks there is a train wreck of access rights mismatch, slowing operations to a crawl if not blocking them outright. With about five stakeholder parties it will take forever to get it sorted out, and I'm currently not fully mentally up to the contortions it takes to keep things kind of running, at least.
Anyway, it's the weekend, the heat broke (it will come back, and it's still not raining, but the air outside was wonderful today), the freezer is humming happily. Wednesday at ensemble practise I was my usual confused and insecure and passive-aggressive self (I don't know what's driving this and I can't seem to stop it) but I could play "everything you can sing I can sing higher" with the first sopranos. And the cats are very cute. They always are.
