A/C DIY Completed

I finished another DIY project — a repair — yesterday but I made several errors with this one. I’ll go into those. I want to also mention that I stayed overly zealous about throwing circuit breakers, ensuring everything was off, and cautiously touching wires. I won’t dwell on it, but I took constant steps to stay safe and unharmed. I was messing with 240 V a lot of times, and I stayed respectful of that.

Our air conditioning went out. Fortunately, the weather here hasn’t been too hot this year; we’ve yet to break 100 degrees F, and temperatures have been dropping into the upper 50s/low 60s at night. We also haven’t been inundated with wildfire smoke, so the air remains relatively clean, fresh, and healthy. It’s a mighty confluence of good fortune. We’re able to open doors and windows at night and in the morning to air the house out, dropping the inside temperatures to about 72 F. We just need to be aware of wildlife like skunks, raccoons, bears, deer, and cougars in the area, and make sure none of them wander in. Then we close almost all back up for the day, including the blinds, and keep the house cool. This works pretty well; it rarely pops over 82 F in the house, and that feels oddly comfortable. We do have a fan that we’ll kick on if we feel the need.

But one day, my wife said, “Turn on the air,” and I did, and it didn’t. The house blower went on but there was nothing from the condenser or fan. I immediately said, “Capacitor.” It’s gone out twice in the seventeen years we’ve owned the house, which was bought new. I ordered a new one, turned off the circuit breakers, pulled the A/C switch, removed the panel, and replaced the capacitor. All good, right?

No. I inspected the capacitor. Didn’t see any swelling or anything unusual. Wires were all connected. Hmmm.

Continuing on my mistake-strewn path, I powered the unit up and manually pressed the connector’s pull in. Power to the unit. Condenser and fan went on.

Well, damn. A bad connecter then? I ordered a new one and duly installed it. No change. Say what? I’d photographed the wires before swapping the part and poured over them now, ensuring I had them all right and secure. They were. Nuts.

Well, then, it must be the thermostat.

I’d replaced it last year. Maybe I’d done something wrong. I checked all of its wiring. Everything was correctly connected and tight. I replaced the batteries so they were new. No change.

I started searching the net for what the heck was wrong. This is something I should have done in the beginning. Pulling out the multimeter, I checked power at the unit — yep, 240 running into it, no surprise, as it fired before. No low voltage going into the connecter.

Whaaat?

The wires all looked good. Connections were solid, but nothing registered. Nothing. No damage visible. No nests, spiders, or insects. No traces of mice. Huh.

Back at the thermostat, I placed my probes against the red (power) and yellow (cooling) wires. 24 volts.

Then it must be on the furnace control board.

Nuts.

We have a side mounted furnace. It’s up in the attic above the garage. It’s a low, hot space. I dislike going up there and working on the furnace. It means pulling the car out, and using two ladders. One must be climbed to remove the access panel, but that ladder isn’t tall enough for me to safely climb and get up into the space. I must use a second, taller ladder, putting it into the access panel’s open space to climb up into the attic.

The furnace’s control board’s green light was lit but blinking. That’s how it usually is. I removed the access panel with the idea of checking all the wires. Yep, five into the thermostat connections, just as shown on the videos. Second was the fuse. Fuse was great. Next, I was going to check the low voltage power out of the stepdown transformer. As I was approaching that, I noticed a wire not connected to anything.

A yellow wire.

Now, you might think that’s obvious. In hindsight, it is. But there’s a large coil of installed but unused wires up there. That gave me uncertainty; maybe it wasn’t meant to be used.

I was thinking about all I learned but I still had just a nascent understanding of everything. Back down I went to videos. I really enjoy the Word of Advice series on Youtube. He’s patient and thorough.

I watched his video on the control board’s fuse because he was talking in general about the control board and all the wires and their purposes. And he said, “There should be five wires going in for the thermostat and two going out to the outside unit.”

Ding.

I had one going out. The blue one. No yellow one connected.

Power was cut and the connection was made. Success was achieved. The condenser and fan fired up and the house cooled.

Everything was reinstalled, closed up, and powered up. Success, but it was sloppy and haphazard. I should have been methodically testing and studying and not leaping to conclusions without testing. Lesson learned, I hope.

Sunday’s Wandering Thought

“Ready to leave?” he asked.

Nodding, walking past, she replied, “I just need to visit the bathroom real quick.”

“Hopefully, it’ll just be a wee wait.” He chuckled to himself, delighted and appalled by his silly play on words.

Sunday’s Theme Music

Today’s microexistence is Sunday, Aug 6, 2023. I’m in Ashlandia, where the deer eat everything and many people are annoyed. 70 F now, the bottom line for how high the temperature will go is 89. Sunset and sunrise are now contracting our daylight hours. We’re pushing through August. September lurks, waiting to hustle in autumn for us.

Another night of riotous dreaming was experienced. The most surprising one had me as a young gunman trapped in a suburban house with three others. We had automatic weapons and were in this situation because we’d shot and killed another young man, apparently in conjunction with a gang feud. Now, trapped, we decided we were going to break out blazing and make, a shoot and run to escape. Corporeal I was protesting my dream I’s thinking and behavior, cursing him for being a fool, urging him not to do it. But whatever I urged him not to do, he did it anyway, damn him. Real me couldn’t stop dream me. I twice forced a redo, but it went the same. It felt like the dream scene was my subterranean neurons cooking up a movie to show my battle between different sides of my self.

I awoke, thinking about that dream and others, and ended up ceiling staring in thought. Running with that cue, Der Neurons started streaming “Brian Wilson” by the Bare Naked Ladies (1992) in the morning mental music stream (trademark existential). At least I readily knew the connection this time. One line goes, “So I’m lying here, staring at the ceiling.” Okay, well done, Neurons. Take a mental bow.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of when my wife and I married. Totally other existence when we did, when we were young in 1975. Been a bumpy road. Almost went over a few cliffs. I enjoy her company and have great admiration for who she is. I think she likes me, too, although I exasperate her. Well, she does exasperate me as well. Love is a spectrum, as is hate — hell, marriage and all the emotions are spectrums. We constantly slide back and forth, finding and losing balance, opening and closing the distance between us.

Stay pos, be strong, find the course and follow it, correcting as is needed. Coffee has already slipped past the guards and is supplying The Neurons with needed energy reinforcements. Let’s hear some music.

Cheers

Saturday’s Wandering Thoughts

He’s in the coffee shop restroom. It has an electronic lock. Press in the code to enter. Each button beeps. Press another button when you’re inside to secure it. A red light means it’s locked.

He can hear someone entering the code. Alarm ticking up, he watches the door. Did he lock it?

His worry amuses him. What will they see? A white man sitting on a toilet. They’ll see his pale thighs. Oh, no!

Inner laughter rolls. It’s the one who walks in on him who will suffer at that sight.

Friday’s Wandering Thoughts

He read an abstract about the effects of chewing gum on mood and concentration, and then perused a paper. The abstract stated, “Recent evidence has indicated that chewing gum can enhance attention, as well as promoting well-being and work performance.”

Well, he could use all of that! He immediately went out and purchased several packs of different gums for his own experiment. One immediate finding was that gum prices have skyrocketed since he last purchased gum. But if it helped his attention span, well-being, and performance, it would be worth it.

The Best 3 Things of the Gold Beach Vacay

We went west to the Pacific Ocean, enjoying its presence from the shores of a little town called Gold Beach in southern Oregon (population: 2241). Highway 101 runs through it from California, serving as the main way in and out. We stayed there three nights and four days, making and taking terrific memories. Here are my top three worthies from bottom to top.

3. Jet Mail Boat to Agness. First, the boat doesn’t have propellers, which allows it to travel in water as shallow as twelve inches. Using three 6.2 liter Chevy marine engines to steer and propel it along, the boat delivers the mail to Agness six days a week during the summer. Besides the boat ride and the history of the USPS run from Gold Beach to Agness up the Lower Rogue River, we saw a bear eating blackberries, a few river otters swimming around, deer, Roosevelt elk, beavers, osprey and their nests and young, and a couple bald eagle nests. We were also told about the stunning 1964 flood. We were about fifty feet below a bridge. That flood crested three feet above that bridge deck. Like, mind blowing. Besides it, we learned about the now departed Lowry fishing camp. Clark Gable used to fish there, among many celebrities and politicians, but Cable always asked for our boat pilot’s grandfather as his fishing guide. So we had water, boating, nature, and history, along with a dinner at a lodge.

2. Chapter One – yes, it’s a coffee shop. I enjoy coffee shops, even have a passion for them. First, I like a good brew. Second, I look for the ambiance. Third, I consider the food offerings. Like my other favorites — the lamented Li Di Da in Half Moon Bay and the long departed original Beanery of Ashland — Chapter One offers these things. They almost displaced The Green Salmon as the best coffee house. The Green Salmon’s fabulous gluten free baked goods keeps the competition level, but Chapter One’s maple scone was OMG excellent. What keeps the Green Salmon (Yachats, OR) at number one is their gluten free vegan breakfast sandwiches. Oh, yeah.

  1. The Pacific Ocean. We had a beautiful stretch of little used public which was a few miles long. It was so little used, it felt private. Wonderful to breathe fresh ocean air, gaze out over the sun splashed waves, and hear the crash and roar. Walking the beach was done several times a day. Great place for contemplating existence and discarding worries. I left a lot there in the beach’s sand.

Just want to note that the numbering is another WP thing. It insisted on indenting #1, at the bottom of the list, identifying it as ‘list’ and indenting it. Why? Only WordPress knows for sure.

Naturally, to make this a complete WP experience, it dropped again while I wrote this. Couldn’t save the draft, couldn’t publish. Had to work around by copying it and pasting it to a doc and then creating a new post.

Wednesday’s Theme Music

Mood: upbeat

We’re leaving the coast today and the coast weather has turned gray in sadness. Yes, that’s really what I tell myself.

It’s Wednesday (right? Is that right?), August 2, 2023. Beautiful weather until this morning. This still isn’t bad, just cool at 56 F, and a marine layer clouds. We still have that awesome ocean sight, smell, and sound. It’ll still be in the mid sixties here. Meanwhile, we’ll arrive home at 91 F. Gotta say, I’m looking forward to seeing my floof boys. I miss the goof balls when I don’t have regular access to them.

We’ll head north to see more of the coast. When we drove here, we dropped down into northern California, passing through a redwood forest, which is a wonder of its own. Now we’ll just zip north on 101 to Bandon and cut across the coastal mountains via Winston and pick up I5 south for our final leg.

The Neurons are driving “Route 66” through the morning mental music stream (trademark lost). Came about from conversations about what route to take home, natch. A terrific song, there are multiple grand covers of this song about. I ended up channeling John Mayer’s version from a Pixar movie.

Alright, fire up the coffee machine and let’s get on with the show. Be safe, be safe, be pos. It’s an exciting life. Can be depressing, can be uplifting. What what you can with the moods.

Here’s the tune. Cheers

Tuesday’s Wandering Thoughts

I’m away from home, so I worry about my floofies. Per the instructions I left with the cats, I logged onto Zoom today at the appointed time. They immediately joined to purr and complain to me. A little of both. They said the weather isn’t bad the human caretaker I hire was doing ‘okay’.

Yeah, that’s fantasy. There wasn’t a Zoom con with the cats. I did call the caretaker and she said they’re doing great. Next best thing to being there with them.

Sunday’s Theme Music

A beautiful day has been born in Ashlandia, where the produce is local, except for the imports. We’ll call this Sunday, July 30, 2023. Skies of blue promise don’t know anything about smoke, and sunshine is spilling down. 56 F now, 89 F is the projected high, quite doable numbers.

A short post. I’m getting on the road to another city here shortly. So I’m eating coffee and drinking breakfast — oh, wait, other way — and then I’ll be in the bath for the standard three morning maneuvers which start with S. Then I’ll dress. That’s right, I’m naked and posting. No, not really. I’m in my night shorts. They were originally sold to me as jogging shorts but they work so well with a tee shirt, that it’s my chosen sleep gear. Today’s tee shirt features the Blues Brothers and was picked up in Chicago at Buddy Guy’s bar.

Since I’m going on the road again, my oh so imaginative Neurons have packed the morning mental music stream (trademark visualized) with Willy Nelson singing “On the Road Again”. You know that’s gotta be my theme music on this day.

All you on the road have safe travels. Whether on the road or not stay positive and be strong. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel. Here’s the music. More coffee, anyone?

Cheers

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