Wotta day -- about noon-thirty, the A-coil for Roseholme Cottage's air conditioning froze up (or, more like, finished freezing up), so I got to peel the tape off and learn the guys who installed it were, shall we say, not neat freaks, nor were they much for sheet-metal screws.
I'm tellin' ya, I am giving serious thought to making up an angle-iron frame with every side a removable sheet of galvanized metal, sticking it between the furnace and the box where all ducts depart, and havin' the cooling coils installed in it. It's who-ever-bothers difficult to clean them otherwise and as for defrosting, it was Not Fun.
...About then, work called, to tell me someone was breaking into the North Campus! Oh, no, hold on...it was my boss, tripped up by the alarm. So I had to call up there, just to make sure nothing else had gone wrong. The alarm system doesn't leave a whole lot of leeway; if you can't touch-type the keypad, you have maybe 1.5 tries. (I have the centipede's problem: I can work it fine unless I stop to think about it.)
But Tam and I got defrosting done and I hope the coil hasn't iced up again. Ran it for a couple of hours after with just the fan, to dry 'em off. We started up the AC about four hours ago and we still seem to have cool air moving. Picked up fasteners and some foil tape at Giant Home Improvement; the tape has yet to be applied, 'til I am sure I won't have to open it up again. (You do not use "duct tape" for this. It's not really for ducts. Go figure).
Update, 0000 hours: Iced up again. Dammit. I'd like to suppose we were low on coolant but it's more likely the coils are all clogged up. With, say, a paste of fine cat-hair and condensation. I'm betting that new coils may be on the horizon. Tomorrow's predicted high, 70 degrees coolly Fahrenheit, for a mercy.
I also did the first-effort stenciling of the street number. The sun set on me (it's a slow process) but I pressed on. I'm not unhappy with it by flashlight; we shall see what sunrise reveals.
The end of that effort was interwoven with starting up the grill for a couple of nice ribeyes; I also nuked a pair of white potatoes, then buttered, salted, peppered and foiled them and added them to the grill, hoping a little hardwood smoke would trickle in.
Did it work? --Put it this way: Tam finished her potato in lipsmacking delight and spent another 20 minutes on the steak, finally putting a little aside for later. The steaks were darned good, too; I was wondering how much of My Secret Recipe was in simply buying Filet Mignon and the answer is -- about 25%.
And, meanwhile, the Joys of Laundry. Which is where I'm headed next, to load the dryer for another volley.
PS: It's giant green katydid season! Photo may follow.
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