(my SWEET dryer;)
this morning while katherine was getting ready for school, i put a load of clothes i washed last night in the dryer. i then made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, and washed my face. katherine let me know she was leaving. i went about doing a few more things around the house.
as i walked past the laundry room, i thought to myself, "didn't i start that load of clothes?" well, i had. our dryer is just so quiet, it is difficult to hear when it is running...
we have this dryer because our last one fell completely apart!
a while back, i put a load of clothes in my old dryer (which, by the way, wasn't really old). after some time passed, i went back to unload and fold the clothes inside only to find the clothes were still wet. what? i shut the door and pressed the start button, but it didn't start.
when john returned from work that afternoon, i told him about the dryer. the next thing i knew, he was pulling it away from the wall. nervously, i asked him if i should call wally, our handy man. he said, no, that he was sure he could fix it.
(ohmyword, my john is NO fixer!)
the next thing i knew he had the top opened. he turned around and looked at me. with sweat dripping from his nose, he asked me to come hold the tumbler so he could work on it.
oh, no. i obliged.
he started unscrewing the bolts holding it in place. the first couple came out fine; then, it seemed every other one fell to the bottom of the dryer:0
other things sounded like they were falling, too.
looking up at me, he furrowed his brow, wiped the sweat from his nose and chin and gave me a nervous chuckle. he proceeded to tell me he didn't know...
mind you i was still holding the now boltless, much heavier tumbler.
"i don't know," he said as he nervously chuckled again.
"i cannot hold this thing much longer!?"
he said he didn't think he could get it lined back up to replace the bolts.
then he said, "i'm getting hungry; let's go get some supper."
"ok," i said as i let go of the tumbler.
the next morning (it was a saturday), i awoke and made my way to the den where john sat reading the paper. i thought i heard a noise coming from the laundry room. i asked john what it was. he grinned and said, "it's the dryer."
"no, it's not," i said to him.
"yes, it is," he continued.
"you did not fix that dryer," i stated as i opened the door to the laundry room.
there sat a brand new dryer (the "sweet" one in the photo above).
"could they tell what was wrong with the other one?" i asked him.
"WHAT?" i asked.
"well..." he began. when the guy brought this one in this morning and hooked it up, it wouldn't run, either."
poor john has yet to live that one down...
"IF IT AIN'T BROKE, DON'T FIX IT!!!"
love and blessings,