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FREEZER IN COLD GARAGE. FREEZER IN Freezer in cold garage. 8.8 chest freezer. 1 door freezer. Freezer In Cold Garage freezer A refrigerated compartment, cabinet, or room for preserving food at very low temperatures A device for making frozen desserts such as ice cream or sherbet 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. deep-freeze: electric refrigerator (trade name Deepfreeze) in which food is frozen and stored for long periods of time Pokémon has 493 (as of Pokémon Diamond and Pearl) distinctive fictional species classified as the titular Pokémon. garage an outbuilding (or part of a building) for housing automobiles a repair shop where cars and trucks are serviced and repaired A building or shed for housing a motor vehicle or vehicles keep or store in a garage; "we don't garage our car" An establishment that provides services and repairs for motor vehicles A style of unpolished energetic rock music associated with suburban amateur bands cold (of food or drink) Served or consumed without being heated or after cooling a mild viral infection involving the nose and respiratory passages (but not the lungs); "will they never find a cure for the common cold?" (of an engine) Not having been warmed up properly having a low or inadequate temperature or feeling a sensation of coldness or having been made cold by e.g. ice or refrigeration; "a cold climate"; "a cold room"; "dinner has gotten cold"; "cold fingers"; "if you are cold, turn up the heat"; "a cold beer" Of or at a low or relatively low temperature, esp. when compared with the human body coldness: the absence of heat; "the coldness made our breath visible"; "come in out of the cold"; "cold is a vasoconstrictor" Hurricane Ike's aftermath ... two weeks on already ... and no relief in sight (I uploaded pics from my cellphone prior to Hurricane Ike two weeks ago and have only today been able to get to them to mark them as public instead of private ... and these two photos have taken so very, very long to upload - I'm rather surprised they did! (I can't get other pages to load so still very much Internet crippled and incapable for myriad reasons) ... and I wasn't sure they would make it upstream before the neighbor's generator ran out of fuel ... it's the slowest internet connection ever, I think - but wanted to try and let y'all know I was alive ... even if not entirely "ok"!) ...the 'short of goal' headline is an understatement with very real consequences to very real people ... and in my current frame of mind - and still without electricity at home or at my place of employment - that equates to lies ... daily ... 'cos I don't see them working near me ... and neither does anyone else around here ... it's very disconcerting - and no one knows who to believe anymore ... NOTES AND OBSERVATIONS ON DEALING WITH HURRICANE IKE'S AFTERMATH: long lines /queues for fuel /gasoline long lines /queues for ice long lines /queues for groceries /food (so weird to see completely empty bread, water and TP (toilet paper) shelves!) losing tap water 'cos a city pumping station was taken down in the storm boiling all water once it became available again low water pressure until the pumping station was back 100% no electricity for over 99% of the area (no lights, fans, air conditioning, computers, Internet, etcetcetc) ... I've been out for over two weeks ... others for less, many are predicted to be without for months ... a friend /co-worker whose entire house at Galveston Island washed away (heat + humidity) – fans or air conditioning = danger of heat related health issues /deaths mandatory curfews in the evenings and nights for everyone except those going to or from work looters not appreciated “camping out” ... at home flooding in back two rooms of house no flood insurance everyone alive and uninjured tornadic wind damage my gorgeous old red oak tree ... decapitated the fully grown pink crape myrtle, planted by mom, leaning over - half-uprooted helpful neighbor with a chainsaw motherF*r of all yardwork projects covered head-to-toe with scrapes, scratches and ginormous ugly bruises ... no one's prize pretty girl! PODs (Points of Distribution) MREs (Meals, Ready-To-Eat), a hot meal and a snack, too a daughter who went through the POD lines and brought ice, water and MREs PBJ sammiches (aka peanut butter and jelly sandwiches) rediscovering the joy of large wooden kitchen matches (a 'pyromaniac' rejoiced!) discovering the gas rangetop works if you light it with matches grilled cheese sandwiches cooked by the lightfall of a flashlight aimed at the ceiling losing all of the contents in the refrigerator /freezer coming home two days later to discover my sister's gift of fresh caught (frozen) fish, had become defrosted fish... learning to take the refrigerator /freezer apart (by flashlight) with a screwdriver ...in order to get to all the myriad HIDDEN channels and pans that held the odoriferous defrosted “fish juice” liquid chlorine bleach airports that were closed for two and half days, making the return home a nightmare of changed flights and standbys my old Ford Explorer safely parked in an IAH parking garage (where the decapitated oak tree didn't damage it!) airport personnel that politely inquired, “Are you SURE you want to go to HOUSTON??? ... there is absolutely nothing working there ... and it's flooded ...” making it back on the first flight from DFW (by then I had been flown to Dallas-Ft Worth) into the hurricane damaged but re-opened IAH mosquitoes – bloodthirsty and relentless shared meals with the neighbors by light of a camping lantern learned the names of every child on my neighborhood block did I mention it was freakin' HOT?? household plumbing woes – turns out that bailing the kitchen sink out the kitchen window was not the worst backup ... the seemingly endless cacaophony of chainsaws, generators, leaf blowers, lawnmowers, trimmers, and stumpgrinders the crack and groan of trees and limbs as they were felled the huge block long piles of lost trees, limbs and debris the first area in the city to have tree debris removed city workers removing tree debris appreciate it when you bring them cold water & cold orange soda as they use cranes to move the incredibly huge quantities of debris into the waiting beds of the line of very large dump /debris trucks ... hand washing laundry two or more showers a day screws that are power-drilled into window-protecting sheets of plywood resist being manually unscrewed later on rooms with plywood-covered windows are dark even in the daylight, so they must be unscrewed and removed for light and ventilation sweltering = sweating + melting + overheating trying to sleep whilst sweating /sweltering not sleeping being too tired to sleep being too You scream, I scream, we all scream... I remember being in kindergarten and every night about an hour before bed time my grandfather would take me by the hand out to his garage to the big white freezer. He would open the heavy creaking door oh so slowly as I stood in utter excitement. Within that white chest was something that was as good as gold to a 5 year old child. In that chest were barrels and barrels of ice cream. Grandpa retired from the steel mill at a rather early age. Not being one to sit around idle he went to work for the ice cream shop that was owned by a family friend. He spent day after day churning that dairy cream, sugar, and natural flavors into some of the best ice cream this side of the Mississippi. Each time a new flavor was made there was about a half gallon left in the machine once the 5 gallon tubs were filled to the max. Grandpa being in the position he was in decided that it should not go to waste and started putting those bits of flavor into a container, mixing batch after batch after batch until there was a tub with enough flavors to make anyone happy. Each week that tub was brought home and placed into that treasure chest in the shed. Sometimes there was writing on the tubs giving an indication as to what you were about to enjoy, but most of the time it was left blank, a mystery of sorts like the dum dum's with the question marks on them. You just opened it up and took a scoop of what could be strawberry and pecan, or double chocolate and pistachio. As I would stand there anticipating the ice cream for what felt like a million years of slowly opening and creaking I could catch a glimpse of some of the writing. The "blueberry" and "mint cc" called to me. The "peppermint" begged me to pick it. I wished that I could just grab it and run to the back field to eat it using only my hands until my fingers got to cold. But I didn't. I stood there and waited, and stared at the treasure before me. Grandpa would never say much, He would just move the tubs around a bit making that scraping finger on the chalk board sound as he went about his reorganization. Then it was up to me to pick one.. I could have any one I wanted. All of those flavors were mine for the taking. Did I feel like strawberry? Or maybe peach pie? The butter nut, and chocolate chip? No I knew which one I wanted. I wanted the one to the right, in the very back. The one without the name. I liked the mystery, I loved the suspense. I debated in my head the whole way back to the house with that big tub in my little arms what my mystery flavor would be, excited as to what beautiful colors layed within, all the while hoping that somewhere in that tub was grandpa's favorite. The kind that grandpa first gave me on my very first trip to Steeses, the kind that to this day I order every chance I get... If you are every at your favorite ice cream stand, and sadly they are out of White House, chances are Grandpa's spirit made an ice cream stop in his journey's, or it could be I was just there two minutes before you. Related topics: vintage general electric refrigerators pharmaceutical refrigerator samsung mini refrigerator freezer meals blog wine refrigerator 6 bottle frost free freezers upright refrigerator light biodegradable freezer bags

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