Fun With Water, Part 2: The Big Fridge
Now, let’s talk about the mud room, or as I’ve taken to calling it this Winter, “The Big Fridge.” I think I had mentioned it a while ago, but we’ve had two hand-me-down washing machines already. The first we got from my Aunt and Uncle Betsy & John Spina when they were emptying out John’s mother’s house. It was old, but it worked well and even had a fancy knob for the cycle selector for an added touch of class!
But one day, the agitator tower thingy in the middle of the washer decided to strip its gears and stop spinning. It’s possible that I overloaded it. Still, the circular part at the bottom still spun and it still washed clothes. If you look back towards the beginning of this blog, you’ll see I mention my good friend John McGarvey…the one who helped me out (immensely) with our kitchen. A few months ago, his grandmother’s house was being similarly cleared out and there was another washer up for grabs:
It’s just about as old as the first one, but it agitates, presumably getting our clothes cleaner. We hooked it up and after the first few loads, it started leaking water everywhere with each load…regardless of what water level setting I put it on or how much clothes I put in it. We figure something must’ve broken loose during transport, so I went back to using the first washer…even though it had obviously lost a good amount of oil…more than is pictured here:
Note the good amount of orange/brown ice in the bottom-right of that picture. I’ll get to that.
So, I switch back to the washer with the glass doorknob and it works fine for a month or so. Then a month ago I went to do a much-needed load of laundry. The washer fills up with soapy water…….and then promptly dies. It blew the circuit on the surge protector, so I pushed the button back in and tried it again. It just buzzed softly and remained still. $#!%@. So, I pull what feels like 200lbs of wet laundry out of the washer and put it in a big plastic bag and lug it over to my parents’ house (thankfully only a few minutes away) and finish our laundry there.
Now we have two dead washing machines in our mud room. Fed up with hand-me-downs, we go to Home Depot. The beginning of the year is a really bad time financially, what with car insurance, inspection (complete with new brakes!), oil heating bills, etc. on top of the new mortgage. Also, we owe a lot of money on our income taxes again. Evidently we weren’t paying for the house long enough in 2006 to put us over the standard deduction, and our modest raises bumped us up into the next tax bracket. Thankfully, we have a halfway decent limit on our Home Depot card and they were having a “12 months no payments no interest” promotion on all appliances. We realize that means we have 12 months to pay it off or else we get slammed with all the retroactive interest, but at least we didn’t have to pay right then. We got ourselves a new LG Tromm front-loader. Not top of the line, like my brother’s washer, but no slouch either. It should save us a noticeable amount of money on our water bill. Also it’s musical and friendly and plays a jaunty little scale every time you turn it on, which makes me happy. I can put a weeks worth of dark laundry in it, instead of splitting it up into multiple loads, or even our comforter! This is obviously the first sign that I’m getting “old” since I’ve never been so excited about an appliance before. Still, I appreciate it just as much from a gadget-geek perspective as I do from a domestic perspective, so I figure I’m not over the hill yet. It weighs your clothes to determine how much water it should use!! That’s just awesome.
We emptied the broken washer as much as we could with plastic cups and then sponges. There was still a little bit of water left in the bottom (seen here with a slight crust of ice).
A week after ordering the washer, it arrives. The two delivery guys bring it in using a fascinating system I’ve never seen before. They each have harnesses strapped about their torsos, and they each clip an end of a long thick strap to a spot in the center of their chests. This strap goes under the washer and they use it to lift it up and move it around. It makes it a whole lot more maneuverable than if they were using a hand cart or dolly. Neat. They took the watery washer away free of charge. The other one hung out in the Big Fridge until Jenn’s uncle Billy took it for scrap metal on Saturday.
The new washer has consistently performed beyond expectations. Except for just last week…and that will lead us into the topic of the erratic weather patterns contained within the Big Fridge.
Tuesday I went to do a little load of laundry. I opened the door to the big fridge and was greeted with a blast of moist air. This isn’t unusual in the recent Winter months. Sometimes you open the door and it’s like you just got hit in the face with a wet sponge. It was like that on Tuesday. I put the load in the washer and set it to HOT since it was towels or throw rugs or something. As it starts to fill, it sounds a little funny. I check the valves on the pipes and they’re definitely open and the HOT one is getting pretty hot. I shrug and head out of there. About 20 minutes later we hear a noise that may or may not’ve been from the washer. I check on it and it had stopped right at the rinse cycle and instead of displaying the time remaining (as it usually does) the digital display was blinking OE. Dismayed, I find the manual and it says that OE means there’s a clog in the drain hose or drain filter and we just need to clean it out. I go to check the grey corrugated drain hose and it’s frozen solid. I can move it back and forth, but there’s definitely ice crunching around in there. Now, it’s been a lot colder in there before and none of the other liquids in the Big Fridge have frozen, but I guess maybe it’s because the hose is next to a stone wall or something. The first thing I can think of to do is to put a space heater near the washer, but that was taking too long and wasn’t close enough to the hose. The only other thing I could think of was to get a funnel and a lot of hot water and pour it into the end of the hose, which I did. The ice crackled and slid back into the washer. I ran the load again from the beginning with hot water and everything was fine.
You can see here that the ceiling (or what’s left of it) can get really drippy.
This moisture collects on the ceiling and drips onto the floor (and the washer). When it’s really cold in there, it’ll then freeze to the walls and the floor. For example:
Not pretty. Therefore, cracking the windows don’t help all that much, since it serves more to lower the temperature in that room than to lower the humidity. Not that closing the windows exactly seals the room up, as you can see in this corner:
Yep, that’s light shining through the wall there. I definitely need to pick up some “expanding hole filler” or whatever you call it and spray that stuff in there real good. Or we just need to knock the room down and start over.
See? This is why we can’t have a housewarming party yet. I say that it’s possible that this is runoff from the other leak since it’s right near the kitchen window and right under the closet where we used to have a problem. However, even if weeks go by without any form of precipitation, this room will still be dripping. I can’t imagine this much water is waiting around for a week before ending up on my mud room ceiling…and then my floor. Now that it’s getting a little warmer again, I can see that the wooden boards of the roof are starting to actually dry out. That again points to my condensation theory. It’s like a cold glass of water on a warm day…but in reverse. However, it’s not that much warmer in the Big Fridge than it is outside on a cold day. I guess the difference between a 15 degree night outside and unfrozen water bottles inside is enough, though. I really don’t know. Also, I really don’t know how to fix it other than buying a dehumidifier (expensive?) or getting heat in that room (either expensive or dangerous if it’s just a space heater). Or would more heat make the moisture problem worse? What I need is a team of scientists to come and figure it out. Or a lot of money to tear down the walls and the floor and replace them with something better. The ultimate dream would be to open the crawlspace opening a little, pour some concrete on the floor of it and make it an extra storage space. Then make a new mud room with a new foundation that isn’t crumbling away, a new concrete floor instead of rotten and sagging wood and new walls where the only sun that shines through is coming from a window. And maybe a ceiling that doesn’t fall down and shower everything with mildew and mold. Realistically, we'll probably end up just doing a new wooden floor and tile over that, which I would imagine is cheaper than having someone do it in concrete. But we haven't done any serious research yet. Anyone have any suggestions?


