We felt like we weren’t getting anywhere with the local guy who services Whirpool appliances so Brad went online and found a business in Ft. Worth, and right there, on their webpage, was a photo of John, who took care of the problem with the freezer not defrosting on our fridge last summer. John arrived a little after noon and went to work, was very thorough, and suggested that we run the self-clean cycle for the full four hours. If that doesn’t take care of getting rid of the odor we’ll just have to contact Whirpool about replacing the range. It’s. Awful. And we have a while to go before the cycle is finished.
It’s in the 50’s outside, and windy. Both the front door and back door are open, there is a box fan blowing toward the open kitchen window and the windows in my bedroom and workroom are both open. There is a heck of a breeze blowing through the house and the odor is still overpowering. Brad’s in the other end of the house holed up with his laptop, I’m in the living room holed up with my laptop and reruns of Lone Star Law on the television, both of our doors shut to keep out as much odor as possible.
He made a run to town to get the mail and bring home lunch from the coffee shop. It’s almost 3 pm. I’m kinda bummed out by the whole experience. We trust Whirlpool. This makes the second electric range with a hidden bottom element that we’ve owned, the last one was a Kenmore, and the third range with a self-cleaning cycle. We’ve never had a problem like this before and John agreed that, although it is a ‘normal odor’, it shouldn’t still be happening after this much time. I still haven’t cooked anything in the oven because it smells so bad and I don’t want the food to taste bad as a result.
Not much else is going on here today. I’m going to continue reading my Mageworlds series and pray that this problem will correct itself. Soon.
Have a blessed Monday afternoon, ya’ll.
Rural Texas Knitter 