The "hack" I saw on Facebook yesterday, in which someone ran a ziplock bag of tepid water down their car windows to defrost it.
It started exactly as shown in the clip - the window cleared miraculously as the frost defrosted.
It then immediately froze up again into rivulets of solid ice.
I went back into the house for a duster, and tried on another window, mopping the water simultaneously to defrosting with the warm ziplock bag. This time the water froze immediately into rivulets of solid ice with bits of pink cotton fluff caught in them.
It takes longer to chip off a frozen rivulet (whether plain or pink and fluffy) than it does to scrape the frost off the old fashioned way.
I expect that "Hack" was for places where they think it is cold when it is just on freezing point. -10 here last night, and I certainly wouldn't try using water on the car windows. I did see a thing where people were being advised not to pour boiling water on their windscreens as in the cold they might shatter!
It was a sealed ziplock bag of tepid tap water, so there shouldn't have been a risk of shattering, but as fast as it melted the frost, the frost refroze into solid ice.
I've just googled "ziplock bag defrost windscreen" and see that the method is being touted by the Daily Mail. Sigh.
I could say "what do you expect?", but I'm far too kind.
I've seen little battery-operated gadgets advertised on Facebook that you rub over your iced-up windows - I'm assuming they apply just enough heat to defrost, but not enough to do any harm, and it's a dry heat. It looks very effective in the advert, but then it would, wouldn't it?
In America you can buy spray bottles of defrosting liquid. You hold the spray can in one hand and a scraper in the other. As soon as you spray, you start scraping. It works very well.
This morning we had a fair amount of snow to remove from the car. I cleared the windscreen and all the windows. When Mrs Sioni came out she pointed out that the roof needs to be cleared too. I had forgotten that, but it is a requirement because it can fall off into the path of a vehicle behind you. Guess what? That happened to us. Little red hot hatch deposited entire roof load in front of us, giving us our own blizzard.
Whoops, I forgot to clear my roof! I have a little red hatchback but it's not a "hot" one and I doubt if you were near our local Swimming Pool at 8.30 this morning!
Whoops, I forgot to clear my roof! I have a little red hatchback but it's not a "hot" one and I doubt if you were near our local Swimming Pool at 8.30 this morning!
Your alibi is secure. We were indoors and had just decided to drive in after all. We hit the road at 9:30am.
The EQC (Earthquake Commission)* for not having protocols in place when a staff member goes on (planned) maternity leave, meaning phone calls and emails are not answered for over a month. Only ringing another office twice, getting frustrated (and rude) and finally bursting into tears led to a response. Thank heavens for striking a competent person the second time otherwise I would be bald from tearing my hair out.
*This was the outfit that sent me a cowboy roofer whose inept repairs led to my having what they call a "failed claim" necessitating remedial action. Getting on for 8 years, so maybe it will be fixed properly - don't hold your breath.
Re the difficulty of hearing : I have a loud button on the phone which I use a lot now, but also ask very clearly for the person to speak more slowly. This usually works, but when I was in hospital just before /Christmas I wish I could have said to some of the staff, 'It doesn't work speaking more loudly, but at the same speed. Take it slowly and loudly, then the woman* will react better.'
*who was rather confused as well as being quite poorly
Me, for accepting a fairly random friend request on FB.
I got a friend request from someone who was a casual acquaintance. I couldn't think of a reason for the request so I ignored it for a week, then thought I was being rude to a nice person and accepted.
It turns out that she is a woman on a mission. A mission to reunite lost cats with their owners. But more than that she has a particular mission to circulate descriptions of dead cats, so that their erstwhile owners can reclaim the body from wherever it is. She must spend a good portion of her free time on this dead cat thing; there are certainly more cat fatalities on roads than I had realised.
I do not have a cat, so I know that none of the dead cats will be mine.
NEQ I don't know if they microchip cats where you are, but if she was here I would suggest putting her energy into encouraging people to chip their cats and put their details on the national register. Less need for gruesome pictures and trying to tell if that really is your cat.
This might belong in Hell rather than All Saints but the management company that has dissolved itself and decamped with my son (and his housemates) rent having not paid the bills etc. Son has lived in this place for over three yearsand now has to find somewhere else pronto.
The latest doctor who is (supposedly) trying to unravel the health issues that are driving my friend mad. She has seen five doctors in one practice in the last three weeks to try to find out why she has spontaneously lost twenty pounds in three months, why she is nauseous, why she is depressed, why she is weak and shaky as a kitten. And probably the most annoying but also the least dangerous, why she has chronic, severe dry mouth. She developed the dry mouth while only taking B12, no meds. The only things Google mentioned were meds and dehydration so she has been obsessively consuming 16 oz bottles of purified water, interspersed with Gatorade. Every single doctor who has seen her has checked it out- no dehydration. This last one in a walk-in visit looked her in the eye and told her that she was dehydrated. She showed him the health journal the other doctors recommended she keep that showed how much water she drinks. Nope, it's dehydration. ARRGH!
Good luck to your friend. It's a royal pain to have mysterious health problems, and have the docs overlook reality in order to stick to their pet theories.
Something that helped me a long time ago, FWIW: A book called "When You're Sick, And You Don't Know Why". The author turned out to have Lyme disease, but went through unnecessary hell before she got a diagnosis. I think there've been a couple more editions of it since.
A couple of other possible resources:
--But You Don't Look Sick. Helps to know you're not alone in struggling with mysterious/disbelieved health crap.
--Invisible Disabilities Association. I recommend IDA only as a backup for your friend, at this point. She doesn't have a label of being disabled, or a diagnosis, and it would probably freak her out.
--Oh, and she might want to check out WebMD. Doctors are involved with it; there's a symptom checker; and there's lots of practical info.
The private company running our community nurses, which loses orders for dressings so that the nurse turns up and has to depart with nothing done. The "system" apparently involves nurse noticing an order is needed (or me pointing it out) and putting an order to her office, which passes it to the surgery, which passes it to the chemists, which orders the stuff, and waits for me to divine its presence and collect it. I have been blaming the surgery, but today found that the current hold up is between the nurse and the surgery. There's an airline I'm not going to trust to get my luggage to me!
A corollary is that I ring the (Insert name) Care Coordination Centre to tell them that there are no dressings, and they say they will inform the nurses, who still turn up, not having been told - but it has been entered in the computer.
TICTH the person who decided to mop wooden floors at my BFF's workplace when teachers and students were there, instead of at night or early in the morning as is normal. And she didn't put up the 'wet floor' signs.
My BFF had a terrible fall on the wet floor.
TICTH the office worker who made my BFF (in extreme pain) stay in the office while she looked for workers' comp forms instead of sending BFF right away for medical attention.
BFF's wrist is broken, and we're very grateful that her hip wasn't. This should never have happened. I hope it's a learning event and these incompetent people don't cause other teachers, or any of the students, to suffer similar unnecessary accidents.
Surely if there was no warning sign, there should be a decent chunk of compensation available? I know it won't make her wrist heal any more quickly, but still ...
One of the things she's a bit worried about is the fact that she teaches adult ed, GED students. It's part time (which she loves), so she thinks she won't be entitled for even partial payment of missed days from Worker's Comp. I think she will, because I was a part time person when I was injured at a second job more than a decade ago. I was surprised to get some compensation for the time I had to miss work to go to therapy and doc appointments.
Of course, that was a decade and a half ago, and the Florida legislature, in their supreme wisdom and kindness, have decreased the benefits a worker is entitled to after being injured On The Job. They have (I believe) decreased benefits every cotton picking year.
Thanks for all your concern! I went over to her house today to prep some food for her to cook this week. She's doing well...as long as she doesn't move her wrist. I was so glad that she slept pretty well last night, too.
TICTH nosy, thoughtless, inappropriate people who don’t know how to mind their own business about other people’s (read: women’s) fertility.
Let’s start with the people who ask me when I’m having another child. Guess they missed the bit where my first one arrived three months early, spent four months in hospital and almost died several times. “But that’s all in the past now.” Well, of course it is, and after all what’s a mild case of PTSD between friends?*
But the questions I get are mere annoying flies to be swatted away compared to the person who asked one of my friends when it was going to be her turn to have a baby, two weeks after she had a miscarriage (unknown to the questioner, obviously). I don’t know if she told her. I very much hope so because I want her to have been mortified, and thusly to learn never to do it again.
*Alarms going “bing”, we hates the alarms going “bing”<cowers>
Captain Pyjamas is fine, has four teeth, and is now independently mobile. Cue battening down everything that moves, hiding electric cables, blocking cupboard doors etc.
Mr. Lamb is down at the emergency room right now with an old lady with Alzheimer's. Her son-in-law beat her severely and sent her to adult daycare today with bruises all over her body and a black eye.
Alzheimer's is Pants Filled With Very Cacky Poo for all who have to try to deal with it.
Been there, not quite done that, but I once got VERY ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED indeed with my Poor Old Mum, who was suffering from dementia (might have got worse, but she died before it did, TBTG.)
I ended up breaking furniture, but, thank God, NOT attacking her.
I don't think I've ever forgiven myself for this ghastly incident, but at least I understand a little of what others might go through,.
Mr Lamb called. She wants to go home because nobody in the hospital speaks Vietnamese. Asked what she planned to do about the son-in-law, she says, "I can outrun him."
Mr Lamb called. She wants to go home because nobody in the hospital speaks Vietnamese. Asked what she planned to do about the son-in-law, she says, "I can outrun him."
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It started exactly as shown in the clip - the window cleared miraculously as the frost defrosted.
It then immediately froze up again into rivulets of solid ice.
I went back into the house for a duster, and tried on another window, mopping the water simultaneously to defrosting with the warm ziplock bag. This time the water froze immediately into rivulets of solid ice with bits of pink cotton fluff caught in them.
It takes longer to chip off a frozen rivulet (whether plain or pink and fluffy) than it does to scrape the frost off the old fashioned way.
I've just googled "ziplock bag defrost windscreen" and see that the method is being touted by the Daily Mail. Sigh.
I've seen little battery-operated gadgets advertised on Facebook that you rub over your iced-up windows - I'm assuming they apply just enough heat to defrost, but not enough to do any harm, and it's a dry heat. It looks very effective in the advert, but then it would, wouldn't it?
Your alibi is secure. We were indoors and had just decided to drive in after all. We hit the road at 9:30am.
*This was the outfit that sent me a cowboy roofer whose inept repairs led to my having what they call a "failed claim" necessitating remedial action. Getting on for 8 years, so maybe it will be fixed properly - don't hold your breath.
*who was rather confused as well as being quite poorly
I got a friend request from someone who was a casual acquaintance. I couldn't think of a reason for the request so I ignored it for a week, then thought I was being rude to a nice person and accepted.
It turns out that she is a woman on a mission. A mission to reunite lost cats with their owners. But more than that she has a particular mission to circulate descriptions of dead cats, so that their erstwhile owners can reclaim the body from wherever it is. She must spend a good portion of her free time on this dead cat thing; there are certainly more cat fatalities on roads than I had realised.
I do not have a cat, so I know that none of the dead cats will be mine.
Thank goodness for the "unfollow" option.
Good luck to your friend. It's a royal pain to have mysterious health problems, and have the docs overlook reality in order to stick to their pet theories.
Something that helped me a long time ago, FWIW: A book called "When You're Sick, And You Don't Know Why". The author turned out to have Lyme disease, but went through unnecessary hell before she got a diagnosis. I think there've been a couple more editions of it since.
A couple of other possible resources:
--But You Don't Look Sick. Helps to know you're not alone in struggling with mysterious/disbelieved health crap.
--Invisible Disabilities Association. I recommend IDA only as a backup for your friend, at this point. She doesn't have a label of being disabled, or a diagnosis, and it would probably freak her out.
--Oh, and she might want to check out WebMD. Doctors are involved with it; there's a symptom checker; and there's lots of practical info.
A corollary is that I ring the (Insert name) Care Coordination Centre to tell them that there are no dressings, and they say they will inform the nurses, who still turn up, not having been told - but it has been entered in the computer.
My BFF had a terrible fall on the wet floor.
TICTH the office worker who made my BFF (in extreme pain) stay in the office while she looked for workers' comp forms instead of sending BFF right away for medical attention.
BFF's wrist is broken, and we're very grateful that her hip wasn't. This should never have happened. I hope it's a learning event and these incompetent people don't cause other teachers, or any of the students, to suffer similar unnecessary accidents.
Of course, that was a decade and a half ago, and the Florida legislature, in their supreme wisdom and kindness, have decreased the benefits a worker is entitled to after being injured On The Job. They have (I believe) decreased benefits every cotton picking year.
Thanks for all your concern! I went over to her house today to prep some food for her to cook this week. She's doing well...as long as she doesn't move her wrist. I was so glad that she slept pretty well last night, too.
Let’s start with the people who ask me when I’m having another child. Guess they missed the bit where my first one arrived three months early, spent four months in hospital and almost died several times. “But that’s all in the past now.” Well, of course it is, and after all what’s a mild case of PTSD between friends?*
But the questions I get are mere annoying flies to be swatted away compared to the person who asked one of my friends when it was going to be her turn to have a baby, two weeks after she had a miscarriage (unknown to the questioner, obviously). I don’t know if she told her. I very much hope so because I want her to have been mortified, and thusly to learn never to do it again.
*Alarms going “bing”, we hates the alarms going “bing”<cowers>
{Hands out clue bats to be applied to the causes/causers of the posts.}
When will (doubtless well-meaning) peeps learn that least said, soonest mended, is actually a Good Idea.
(How's Captain Pyjamas, BTW? I've got a bit out-of-touch, lately.)
Captain Pyjamas is fine, has four teeth, and is now independently mobile. Cue battening down everything that moves, hiding electric cables, blocking cupboard doors etc.
Happy battening/hiding/blocking!
IIRC, They had to hide the Soap from me.....
Mr. Lamb is down at the emergency room right now with an old lady with Alzheimer's. Her son-in-law beat her severely and sent her to adult daycare today with bruises all over her body and a black eye.
Is it wrong that I want to beat HIM severely?
Alzheimer's is Pants Filled With Very Cacky Poo for all who have to try to deal with it.
Been there, not quite done that, but I once got VERY ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED indeed with my Poor Old Mum, who was suffering from dementia (might have got worse, but she died before it did, TBTG.)
I ended up breaking furniture, but, thank God, NOT attacking her.
I don't think I've ever forgiven myself for this ghastly incident, but at least I understand a little of what others might go through,.
<for the Old Lady and her s-i-l>
A hearty kick up the arse to fools.
And love and sympathy to those suffering.
And welcome back, BF - your wit and wisdom are always appreciated!
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Kyrie eleison.