Ice Maker Assembly
These household breakdowns happen regularly -- sometimes in large batches -- and always threaten to tip me over the edge. If Mat were alive and well, he would have fixed the ice maker while I put the boys to bed, and we would have celebrated with ice-cold drinks. He would have liked fixing it. I do not like fixing things, and these repairs are yet another reminder that Mat is gone and that I am On My Own. Without a safety net. Flying solo. I hate this.
My list of household repair chores is long. I'm not handy, I'm not particularly skilled or knowledgeable about home repair, and I don't have the time to try to figure out how to do all of these things. I could cut back on sleep I suppose, or time at work, or what little exercise time I get, or time spent with the kids, but none of those seem like good trades.
My wise friend Janell, also a single parent, gave me this advice: hire someone. A repair person has the tools and the expertise to fix things, and will do it right.
It's excellent advice.
And yet ... could I get the ice maker working again? It felt like too small a job to hire someone for. Besides, I replaced the water inlet valve to the ice maker last summer, when it started leaking and made a mess of the drywall in the basement below. (Fixing the drywall remains on my list of household chores, a full year later.)
So I told the kids to put themselves to bed, got a wrench, and pulled the refrigerator away from the wall. I checked the water to the ice maker -- no problem there. My new water inlet valve is still humming along nicely.
I had no choice but to look at the ice maker itself. I know as much about ice makers as I know about underwater welding. Nothing. But still I looked. I pulled out the shelf in front of the ice maker, and then the drawer underneath. Inside the drawer was a flat plastic piece that looked quite a bit like a wide-tooth comb. I felt like a toddler watching "Blue's Clues": "A clue! A clue!"
I looked for a long time and couldn't see where the plastic piece might fit. (Maybe I looked longer than I needed to -- it's summer and the house is hot and I was standing in front of an open freezer door.) Inspiration finally struck. My favorite website of all time could solve my problem: repairclinic.com. I typed in my refrigerator model number and got a list of parts. There, at number 7, was an ice maker assembly. (For $163!) And right in front of me was a picture of my wide-tooth comb. Now that I knew where it went, I found the grooves that hold it in place, and I snapped it in.
And was rewarded with a piece of ice.