There was much hand wringing going on here yesterday. Yes, indeed. So much so that my arthritic hands were aching me. There were even some thoughts similar to, “Woe is me.”
You see, that is what happens when your washing machine dies. Everything is sopping wet and if there is any hope of getting them into the dryer without killing that, too, then all those dripping wet clothes need to be wrung out. My sister did suggest I use my pasta maker to get out the water but I declined since the only thing that would fit in there would be a sock. Is that where they get the expression, “Put a sock in it?”
Today was spent looking out my window, waiting for the repair man to get here. It ended up costing me $200 to put in a part that cost $23. I think I’m going to have to learn how to fix it myself next time. Heck, if I can fix a refrigerator, why not a washing machine?
Alrighty, my washing machine works again. Happily I go off to do a load of laundry. After it’s done, I put all the clothes in the dryer. I push the start button. Nothing. I check to make sure the door is closed. I push it again. Still nothing. I am muttering to myself that the repair guy was annoyed with me because I wouldn’t buy his $30 hoses, his $30 ‘special’ washing machine cleaner fluid and his $70 service contract and that he probably did something to my dryer.
I hang up all my clothes and then call my sister to whine. My brother in-law asks about the outlet. “It’s fine,” I tell him. It’s the same one the washing machine is plugged into. Then I remembered the disappearing Wii Fit disk and how I humored by brother by standing on a chair and ended up finding it. I go back into the basement. Even though it seems stupid, I unplug the washing machine and plug the dryer into that socket. Bingo. It works. I now have a washer and dryer that both work. I just can’t use them at the same time.
March 17th, 2009 at 11:53 pm Quote
At least they work, right?
A few months after Linus was born (I’m blaming this on exhaustion), Army threw out a weed eater because it was broken. It wasn’t very old, but it was clearly broken. He tried it in a few of the outside sockets, and it still didn’t work. A trip to Home Depot later, and our new weed eater won’t work either. We called a friend whose bil is an electrician, and it was just a stupid circuit breaker. We could have flipped the dang thing and made it all work. Ugh!
March 18th, 2009 at 7:23 am Quote
You need to borrow my superhubby. He could fix all of those things. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.