Got a zipper caught in the grove in the front of the dryer yesterday afternoon while it was running. The fabric was all twisty and it was caught tight. I was in the kitchen when it happened and all of a sudden the dryer had made a very annoying sound. Tugged on the jacket where it was stuck and the little part of the zipper across from the tongue just pulled off. Whoosh and it was gone. Turned the dryer back on and there was a regular kathunk noise. Gary offered to look at it, and I told him I would today.
Honestly, I enjoy fixing appliances. Seriously.
Woke up this morning, had my tea, prayed about the dryer first, then got out Gary's tools. Took it all apart, couldn't find anything, and so put it all back together again. (Taking it apart consisted of raising the top, taking off the front and removing the drum. Really, repairing stuff is easy---it's the taking apart part that'll drive you nuts. Screws and ratchets----getting things lined up. Drives me nuts, that part. Or putting it back together. Never as easy as it sounds.) Anyway, I thought about it, watched a couple of videos, thought some more and took it apart again. Got to looking under the felt that's attached to the front of the drum, and whattayaknow...a loose screw from somewhere??? and the zipper part just fell out. Put it all back, turned it on and voila. Fixed. Free of charge.
When I grow up I want to be a repairman.
Took the kids to the library late afternoon. Bought a copy of Home from Holly Springs by Jan Karon at the library bookstore for $3---the only one of her novels I don't own, excepting for the newest one. Ate leftover spaghetti. And that was my day. I'd call it all a success, yes?
