He's WELCOME!

The struggle continues. FRIG II's icemaker is still not fixed. Two days after his hissy-fit, I showed Farmer H a list of possible fixes on my phone. You know. Because it requires a former VALedictorian to Google "Frigidaire icemaker broken" on a phone. He was receptive. He read through it. Went to the kitchen.

Farmer H made sure the new filter he had installed the night before on the refrigerator side was properly snapped in. Tested the freezer door feature that puts out water when you push the lever. It did. He pushed something that said it was a re-set, because he saw an "H" flashing on the temperature display. He took out the ice bin from the freezer side, to make sure nothing was stuck behind it, blocking a sensor. He flipped up, then down, the lever that stops ice from making if there's a pile of it in the bin.

All that was at 6:00 a.m. At 10:00, I still had no ice. When he got home that evening, Farmer H went to turn off the main breaker to FRIG II's electricity, because he said that would do a re-set. The next morning, we still had no ice. Farmer H poked his stubby fingers around by the water hose that connects to the icemaker.

"Well, one thing's for sure. It ain't gettin' no water. That hose is bone dry."

"So maybe there's a clog somewhere along the hose? A mineral deposit from our hard water? It had been making grindy noises for a couple weeks, right after I'd get ice, and another batch would dump out."

"I don't know. Maybe that. Or it might have a bad sensor, and it doesn't know it's out of ice and needs to make some."

"Okay. Maybe we just need a new icemaking unit."

"I don't know if I could find one for this model."

"I've been telling you for two weeks that it was grindy. And then not making much ice."

"Well, I always hear you chopping at it. So I figured it worked."

"Even when I specifically told you that IT DIDN'T WORK? And the chopping means it is NOT working right. Because I'm trying to move the ice around because it dumps, and some are not frozen in the middle. And sometimes one freezes in the slots where they are before they dump, and it stops that part from dumping."

"I'll have to take a look at it. Move it out from the wall to look at the hose that has the water."

This was at least a couple days before Farmer H's election duty. I was tired of not having ice, so I bought a bag at 10Box Tuesday afternoon, and dumped it into the bin.

When Farmer H got home from his election judging duty on Tuesday night around 8:30, I fed him some chicken tenders. 

"Do you want a drink with that? Or a soda?"

"Nah. I don't want no drink."

"Okay. I got a bag of ice and put it in the icemaker bin."

"Well, I'd drink one..."

Uh huh. ICE changes everything! He's WELCOME!