HOW TO REPAIR REFRIGERATORS - DESIGN REFRIGERATOR MAGNETS.
How To Repair Refrigerators
- An appliance or compartment that is artificially kept cool and used to store food and drink. Modern refrigerators generally make use of the cooling effect produced when a volatile liquid is forced to evaporate in a sealed system in which it can be condensed back to liquid outside the refrigerator
- (Refrigerator (horse)) Refrigerator was an Appendix Quarter horse racehorse who won the Champions of Champions race three times. He was a 1988 bay gelding sired by Rare Jet and out of Native Parr.
- (refrigerator) white goods in which food can be stored at low temperatures
- A refrigerator is a cooling apparatus. The common household appliance (often called a "fridge" for short) comprises a thermally insulated compartment and a heat pump—chemical or mechanical means—to transfer heat from it to the external environment (i.e.
- Providing detailed and practical advice
- A how-to or a how to is an informal, often short, description of how to accomplish some specific task. A how-to is usually meant to help non-experts, may leave out details that are only important to experts, and may also be greatly simplified from an overall discussion of the topic.
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- Practical advice on a particular subject; that gives advice or instruction on a particular topic
- Fix or mend (a thing suffering from damage or a fault)
- Make good (such damage) by fixing or repairing it
- Put right (a damaged relationship or unwelcome situation)
- restore by replacing a part or putting together what is torn or broken; "She repaired her TV set"; "Repair my shoes please"
- the act of putting something in working order again
- a formal way of referring to the condition of something; "the building was in good repair"
The view I awoke to...
The window tableau at Tosi's... the third home I've visited that was stuffed with books. I'm starting to see a pattern among my dearest friends, or at least among those who are willing to tolerate my mooching... I packed up and left Chez Conway on Friday morning, after our lovely LJ gathering of Thursday night. It was hard to tear myself away from the double temptations of Paula's lovingly remodeled and decorated old home, and the wit and wisdom of my hostess herself, but she needed to work and I needed to get moving. I had a few hours to kill before meeting genderfur (I always mess up that usertag thing, and I'm typing this in on my phone, so deal). My original plan was to catch the Liebowitz show out at the Legion of Honor, but my friend of 30-mumble years called and asked for a lunch date in Montclair (a little village in the Oakland hills). Oh, well... sorry, Annie. I had savory crepes and freshly squeezed OJ while we talked of our kids, our men, our lives... sometimes punctuating our conversations with appropriately crony cackles. A beautiful woman, about 90, who had been eating at the table next to us, stopped on her slow way out to the door. At first, I thought she might scold us for not better modulating the dildo-and-vibrator portion of our discussion, but no... she paused to tell us that our laughter and gabbing had entertained her, and to cherish our friendship. She was flying to LA to bury her brother, and it cheered her to see us (I think she thought we were sisters... I guess we pretty much are!). After we spent 15 minutes amusing the passer-by with our Abbot-and-Costello-inspired attempts to open the convertible, I dropped her off at her rented room (nestled among trees and gardens on the sunny slopes) and dashed to Mountain View. The open car was worth the effort... the only thing I wished I had was a visor. I listened to Julie Andrews singing about the gay and lusty month of May over Planet Jazz on satellite radio as I zoomed over the ($4 toll!) Dumbarton Bridge, and life was very good indeed. Genderfur introduced me to yet another of Google's magnificent employee perks, the massage chair in the lobby. We had an early dinner in the Google cafe, and I spent possibly just a tiny bit longer than usual in the Google restrooms (equipped with seat warmers, front and back water jets, and blow driers, all adjustable for heat and pressure. Wheeee! ... ahem. Where was I?). I had spent a total of two days away from hot tubs, and was jonesing real bad, so we decided to take in the delightfully sleazy tubs in Berkeley (although I'm sad to report that the fabled roaming herds of Thai transvestites were nowhere to be seen. My disappointment was bitter, indeed). We then repaired to G's delightfully art- and book-stuffed home in Oakland, where I met her talented wife and many beautiful fur babies. We proceeded to clean the refrigerator of delicious leftovers and talk of many things until the wee hours. G. made me some lovely coffee the next morning and I soon wended my way to Dublin, where I collected my two eldest kiddos. Julia was delighted with the convertible and insisted on putting the top back down again, and to my great surprise, Cordell seemed amenable. They both had iPods full of great road music, and we boogied along to Marilyn Manson, Ben Folds, and the Blue Man Group while working on our sunburns. Got to the festival around 1, and my hands braided about 18 or 20 heads while my head kissed and greeted dozens of old friends (and overhead J and C be amazed over and over, greeting kids they grew up with but hadn't seen in 5 years... between 10 and 15 is a pretty major shift for most people). Sarafoop and beautiful not-so-tiny baby A. stopped by, but most folks I know in Davis aren't on LJ (although I think I converted one or two while I was there). My feet were sad at the end of the day, though (like an idiot, I forgot my birkies), so I needed a bit of a sit-down before tottering back to the car. We stopped at the Davis Food Co-op for dinner supplies (and again heard both kids complain at how small the place had gotten), then blew back through town to Tosi's. We had a little quiet recovery time, where I set up some food and parked on a cushy couch for a bit. Then kristal_fire, lemonweaver and partner Kieth, my oldest Davis pal and doula client Suzanne, Tosi and my kiddos all continued our annual mid-fest chatter party. S was pinned my two cats that nearly outweighed her for the entire evening. Cord, Kris and Tosi played with T.'s brand new gorgeous Mah Jongg set. Many stories were told, much food was eaten (including some chocolate bread pudding made by K. that should be classified as "very addictive" on the drug scale), many champagne-and-pomegranate-juice cocktails were quaffed, and lots of laughter filled the room (that is, room that wasn't already filled with comfy antiques and fascinating books). Tosi even shared her new wooden sushi set, which was very nice of her. Cordel
How to have a clean, clean car - like mine
You’ve missed your window of opportunity. A missed opportunity?? What have I missed, you ask… Why, the opportunity to ride in my Durango SANS dog hair and soda spills!! Imagine! NO DOG HAIR or SODA SPILLS! It’s clean, YES very clean…. Oh my! But that will only last until tomorrow morning, when the dog hair that resides in my home transfers to my car seat when I drive to work. How, you might ask, has such an astonishing miracle occurred? And on SUCH a beautiful Sunday to boot!?? Whwhhell…. Let me tell you… with a ‘cleanser’, some water, some sun, an impact gun, a wet/dry vac, and about 9 hours of a magic ingredient called elbow grease. Amazing miracles can occur when those ingredients are mixed…. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you how _you_ can get _your_ vehicle completely dog hair free, like mine! ….first, you must go shopping… yes shopping. And at the first store, you must purchase a 96 oz bottle of Era… or any other high priced, high quality laundry detergent in the new, improved, and smaller container that sits nicely atop your washing machine, or, in the back of your Durango, or other vehicle. Next, you must drive across town to your next destination, Market Street. You have to go in prepared to really shop in order to replace all the items you’ve had to throw out recently due to the repair bill for the expensive refrigerator that decided to go on the fritz last week. You must stay in Market Street a long time, long enough for the entire container of detergent to properly drain into the floorboard of your Durango, [or other vehicle]. Do not forget to express great dismay and a quick gasping intake of breath upon opening the rear hatch of your vehicle. You must impress upon the little grocery sacker the true extent of your dismay. It’s important to be almost at the verge of tears on your way home. When you arrive home, you’ll have to grab a large Ziploc bag, [btw, Ziplocs are one of the truly great inventions of our time] some re-useable cleaning cloths, and a large ruler. After you’ve finished cursing a blue streak, run the ruler over the carpet to make the detergent rise in a foaming mass so you can soak it up with the re-useable cloths. Place the soaked cloths into the Ziploc for future laundering use. Repeat. Many times. Let sit over night, as by now it’s probably too dark to continue. The next day, you’re ready to use your impact gun to assist you in removing every seat, seatbelt, bolt, and trim piece from your vehicle. [see photo] This will allow you to pull out the vehicle’s carpet so that it can be thrown over the fence and sprayed with a water hose until the water runs free and clear. In other words, until soapy foam no longer flows from the carpet. This takes a long time. [no photo available due to strenuous objection by the man, who was an ingredient previously unmentioned, but no less important. better judgement prevailed and the camera was put away. dammit.] Now use the next best invention, the wet/dry vac. Use this item to suck up as much water from the carpet as you can. This, too, takes a long time. Leave the carpet hanging over the fence to dry in the hot sun. The drying process can also take a while. Once the carpet has fully dried, you’re ready to put everything back in place. I hope you’ve remembered where all the bolts are, and which trim piece goes on which side. These details are important. Once you’ve put everything back in place, using the impact to tighten every bolt, you’re ready to go over the whole vehicle once more with the wet/dry vac. This step ensures that you’ve sucked up any stubborn dog hairs, sand or other types of debris that may still be lurking around. And Voila! You’ve got a super clean vehicle, just like mine.