Technology Freezing and Me – An Update For Your Amusement

Do you remember the recent post ‘When Technology Freezes – Could I Be the Cause?’

I have the answer to that question!

Stick with me kids, I hope you’ll enjoy the ride!

You know Esmeralda was cured of her freezing ills.  She now runs like a wild horse over a golden prairie.  She glitters and sparkles and does everything I want and even more – she has not frozen – or even chilled out –  not once!

You remember the fridge that thought it was a freezer?  Well, here is its story.


It’s probably close to a  month now since I first noticed the fridge was running a bit too cold.  I adjusted the thermostat and waited for it to return to its proper temperature.

Some time later I noticed the temperature inside the fridge was still colder than it needed to be, so I moved the slider a bit further down the scale.

Over a period of days I noticed no decrease in the chill level and kept adjusting the thermostat downwards until I had reached the bottom of the bar.  The freezing was just getting worse and salady type foods were now icing up overnight and inedible.   A fresh organic chicken put in one evening was frozen solid the next morning.   My breakfast was made with frozen berry fruits and frozen yoghurt.

Trying to outwit the freezing fridge became a daily event.  What could be stored in the fridge and how could I store the other items?  I gave up trying to keep salad and vegetable items longer than a couple of days in a cupboard and slowly emptied the fridge of its contents – much of it ending in the trash.

Finally realising that being unable to store food in the fridge in the middle of summer was probably a silly status-quo to stick with – and realising I was wasting food and not being able to stick with my preferred food types, thereby compromising my well being, was just as silly…. I decided to bite the bullet and get the darn thing fixed.

I spent some time and gathered together a list of appliance service numbers with the aim of a) finding someone open and b) finding someone I could afford.

In one of those serendiptitous moments we all have,  I had found the Owners Handbook for the fridge when sorting through last years paper work.   Another moment of genius had me decide to actually look at the book and check the trouble shooting page before making the calls to service agents.

I didn’t get far with my reading, for on opening said book, can you imagine my a) amazement to find I had taken out an extended warranty at the time of purchase [I never take out extended warranties!]  and b) unbounded joy to discover there was still 13 days before it expired!  Thirteen days!!

Well, hallooy, hallay!!  Oh Joyous Day – just in time baby – a fridge repair at no cost!!

I capered vigorously around my tiny house and took Orlando with me – he purred and I sang and then we made the phone call.

In an amazingly short amount of time a service tech arrived, he looked like an older statesman in a techie suit and was polite yet remote.  He asked me to explain the problem and then, without hesitation, opened the fridge door and looked inside.

He stuck his head further in and almost immediately pulled it back out.  His face was stern and his voice disapproving,

“You know you’ve got your temperature set at the coldest point” he said and he put his arm in to move the gauge.

“What?” I said – looking, sounding, feeling like a stunned mullet.

He stood aside and ushered me in – if I squinted my eyes, blinked and stared I could just make out the words ‘warmer’ at the top of the scale and ‘colder’ at the bottom.

I pulled my head out of the fridge “I’ve never seen those words before in my life.”  I said to him vigorously.

He ‘tsked’ at me and shook his head.  I buried my face in my hands and wished the floor would just open up and swallow me …. He busied himself hunting through his hi-tech tool-bag and said – “This isn’t covered by the warranty you know.”

I think I groaned out loud.  “I’m not usually this ditzy….”  I think I  said, in a vain attempt to raise myself in his estimation.  He would have none of it.  Just returned an icy silence.

I heard myself give a little moan as I berated myself for being a Bear of Little Brain – apparently out loud, for he looked up at me and said “Winnie-the-Pooh.  I used to read those stories to the grand-kids.”  He looked momentarily wistful.

I  apologised for wasting his time – I could see he thought I was an absolute idiot.  And he was, of course, completely correct!  I told him I absolutely agreed with his every damning thought – I was indeed a person of very little brain – just like Winnie-the-Pooh was a bear of very little brain – and finally he unbent just a little and cracked a smile.

Pooh thinking

While I silently contemplated a bill with several zeros after a two or even a three, he finished packing up and writing out his notes on his electronic thingy-ma-jig.  Eventually he was finished and printed out the invoice with an ominous whirring sound.

As we walked to the door he said “You should probably take a few minutes and read that owners manual.”  He handed the invoice and a business card to me, “I’ve put down that the three point plug was faulty and I’ve changed it.”

He smiled politely, nodded his head firmly at me and left.

I quietly shut the door and with my heart in my mouth, looked at the piece of paper he had given me.

Job: refit loose plug at defrost element.  Test ok.

Call Out charge                 $0.00

Labour                               $0.00

Parts                                  $0.00

Thank you for your custom, have a nice day!

The business card held his names and contact details and bore the title  ‘Company Director’.

How much more good fortune can one brainless bear have?

I paid attention to how I was feeling.  In amongst the mix of shame and elation was that wonderful heart opening sense that another disaster had just been averted, that I, with all my shortcomings, shortsightedness and general idiocies was still, somehow being carried through to a happy ending…..

That seemingly humourless and remote service tech was obviously not a service tech at all!  He was the company owner, probably understaffed, obviously stressed, and needing to fulfill an urgent extended warranty job that turned out to be neither urgent nor even a job……  And he did have a heart – he knew a genuine ditz when he saw one – and he liked Winnie-the-Pooh!

So, to my original question – can I be the cause of technology freezing?  It appears the answer is a resounding  Oh, Yes Indeedy!   🙂


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When Technology Freezes – Could I Be the Cause?

I have decided – a little late I admit – but better late than never right? – to take some time throughout January and document my daily experiences and thoughts.  A bit like a diary, or a journal, but public.

I’m doing it because of the thought I caught running through my head on the morning of January 1st which I wrote about here.  I was a little appalled at how easily and quickly I had forgotten to respect and enjoy the blessings of my life and was falling into ‘Not enough’ and ‘Not fair!’ mode.  Negative thoughts are the root of all evil in my opinion and I have spent the last twenty years learning how to recognise, change and adapt my life style to overcome this tendency in myself.

I am also starting a daily art project, a word a day to document my journey through 2014.  Inspired entirely by following a link my blogging pal AJ put up on her blog yesterday.  It will be a challenge for sanguine artist-me to stick to something like this, so I am not aiming high – just one word a day, playing with colour, shape and pattern.

I’m stating it in my blog so that you will keep me to it – I hope – that’s what friends are for, right?  Well, even if you don’t, it’s out there and, being of the Virgo persuasion, I shall feel the need to keep my word to myself and do my best to achieve my goal.

Here is the first installment of my January journal – it covers events that began  prior to Christmas up to yesterday.


Just before Christmas my fridge, barely four years old, decided it no longer wanted to just be a cooler and overnight became a grown-up freezer.  Being a gal with more dash than cash, and more than a dash of Scarlett O’Hara in me, I thought ‘I’ll think about this tomorrow’ and, being a gal with a positive set of mind  I  also hoped it might get tired of maintaining such a cold life style and would soon revert back to its original and proper state of being.

Alack! I was mistook!

Frost Free Fridge Freezer

I tossed out two containers containing three trays of freshly grown alfalfa sprouts – frozen and limp – the vegetable drawer full of frozen lettuce, tomatoes, capsicums, carrots and other life affirming fresh foodstuffs – all hard as rocks and speckled with enchanting ice crystals.

Tray after tray of previously good edibles froze solid overnight and became sludgy waste as they unfroze on the counter-top.

I have enjoyed frozen yoghurt on my breakfast cereal as a summer delight accompanied by frozen strawberries and frozen blueberries.  I find if I wait long enough – about an hour – between the making of breakfast and the eating of it, there will be some softening of said ice crystals and the meal becomes somewhat more palatable…..  It makes for a lovely, slow start to the day.

This morning, as I chipped off some frozen milk to add to my first coffee of the day, I realised the freezing rate is increasing rather than abating – a bit like the weather in Canada as I understand it from Linne and Boomdee’s blogs.

Of course here in the Summery Southern Hemisphere, this is exactly the time of year when the entire country closes down for Christmas, followed by New Year, followed by Summer Holidays  There will be nary a tradesman around who will not charge double rates and take six weeks to get back to you.

Beach Santa

I curse my naive belief that technology has an inbuilt ability to nurse itself back to health.

But then the unthinkable happens – the freezing, it appears, is contagious!  Esmeralda decides to join in and freezes too.  She doesn’t drip ice everywhere, just plays possum, refuses to move and refuses to shut down so I can restart her.

I do all the things we have all so painstakingly learned to do with our PC’s over the last decade.  I hit ‘control-alt-delete’ once, twice, three times.  Nothing.  I push the power button – nothing.  I turn her over to extract the battery, it’s a non-extractable battery!  I pull out the power cord and wait for the battery to go flat.  She sits and looks at me with her pretty blue desktop screen and refuses to budge.

Half an hour later she turns herself off, then on again.  I open the desktop with a sigh of relief.  She freezes.

For three days, my shiny new laptop froze three times in succession every morning and every  three hours thereafter, refusing to move until I unplugged her and waited for the battery to go a little flat when she would turn herself on and pretend to be good for a bit.

The fridge is a freezer, the laptop freezes what’s going on?

I said to YD “Is it me?”

YD looked at me  thoughtfully and slowly nodded her head.

Sometimes you just get someplace odd in your soul life and affect the running of things that normally just run properly and do what they are supposed to do.  Its a sign….. I’m freezing everything!  It’s always the mother’s fault!

“Ahhh, crap!”  I said ………..I don’t know what to do about that at the moment .

So yesterday morning Esmeralda found herself stuffed into a nicely padded and very comfortable computer bag with all her cords and bits and was briskly marched back to the shop.  Where not one, but two Geeks – or Nerds – I’m never sure which is which – set about trying to see what the issue was.

Ignoring my offer of cords and bits she was set up on the desk, turned on and ran splendidly.  I talked them through the things I would be doing when she froze and the Head Geek pushed the right buttons, opening and closing programmes, zipping through the internet and Esmeralda sparkled along happily with them.

Just as the two bemused geeks were trying to find a polite way of telling me there appeared to be nothing wrong with my bright and shiny and ever so clever new laptop, YD wandered up.

“Why don’t you try it with the cord plugged in, that seems to be the issue to me”  The Geeks, or Nerds, looked at her with their mouths open and glazed eyes.  “You said,”  she said to me “that when you unplug it, it starts working again – therefore, surely the cord has something to do with it.”

I nodded, bemused.

The geeks, also looking bemused, but ever so polite, agreed that was worth a shot.

Out came the cords and Esmeralda was plugged in, turned back on – and froze!


Need (Photo credit: Daniel Conway)

I jumped up and down and clapped my hands.  I patted Esmeralda fondly “Good girl!” I said.  The Geeks smiled painfully at me.

‘How did you know?” they clamoured to YD – I could see she had just been elevated from eye candy to extremely smart Geek/Nerd Heroine status and at any minute they were going to do the “I’m not worthy” bow to her and possibly hoist her on their shoulders and parade around Harvey Normans proclaiming her Geeky Goddess Incredibleness.

YD made a hasty escape back into the furniture department where she had found a wonderful lamp and an amazing chair neither of which she needs, has room for or can afford…. but which sure were pretty!

I stuck it out with the Geeks and Esmeralda, who was now plugged in and extraordinarily helpful.  She froze at the slightest command.  The Geeks ended up scratching their heads and pulling faces at each other and saying things like “Did you twiddle the whatsit and the wheresit?”  “I checked the farflung and the diddly and they seem good”  “Try turning off the heresit or even maybe the doanythingbit and see what happens”  “Perhaps the fezidge isn’t connecting the bletherybit with the togmeister……..”

They both suddenly turned and looked at me and said in unison “It ‘s a restore I’m afraid.”

I surprised them by being prepared for such an eventuality.  Will over at Technoblog had already prepared me for just this moment.  I’d done the backup of all the files on my trusty USB and they were free to do whatever they needed to do.

I could see that momentarily I too had been elevated from ‘Horrendously Non-Geek’ to ‘Almost There’.  I felt quite proud – thanks Will!

The restore took much longer than expected and Esmeralda is still in the hospital while I write this post on my newly respected aged laptop who is behaving rather nicely as if to say ‘See, you shouldn’t have been so quick to write me off – I may be slow to start up and I may be hopeless at the spin games but I get there in the end!’

‘Like you’ve never frozen!’ I say in a stern voice and Flat and Shiny becomes quiet.  Oh, yes we remember those days – she didn’t just freeze, she crashed and took everything down with her….

I’m looking forward to Esmeralda’s return.  I’m hoping her issues with her cord have been resolved and that the damage is not long lasting…… I am hoping we can find an amicable way for them to co-exist together that will not involve freezing, crashing, slowing or any of the other ills PC’s are vulnerable to.

Next I’m going to see if there is a cure for my wayward fridge – YD is convinced it’s  ‘just a sensor’ whatever that means……….. but she is to be listened to in these technology issues apparently.

And I’m certainly going into therapy immediately to attend to my issues around coldness!

What an interesting year it is already!  And I haven’t even begun my year long art project or my daily yoga practise yet….. Must start, must start, must start!

Yoga 23

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Thanks for dropping by today, I’m so happy that you did!  🙂