… getting my hands dirty.
Today I am fixing my dryer. Again. Last time our dryer conked out it was a matter of replacing a fuse. THIS time a belt is broken. It’s been broken for a week or so but I only got time to finally take it apart to see what the problem was last night. The dryer was coming on and we could hear the motor running, but it wasn’t spinning.
No party in the drum.
It was just sitting there. Still. Like a monk. Nothing like the whirling, drum of fun it normally is. Because of this I figured it was probably the belt that turns the drum that was broken. I mean that would be the logical assessment to make. But once I got the dryer apart I found it was a different belt that was mangled. I don’t even know what that belt is called, but luckily the parts store could decipher my stammering description of where the belt was and what it looked like.
I’m going to pick the mystery belt up today and by the end of the day our dryer should be running circles around our jeans and tee shirts again. And p’jamas. The fella seems to think I have an inordinate number of p’jamas. And I suppose I do, but I’m always on the hunt for the perfect pair.
He claims to know what the perfect pair is. Apparently the perfect pair of p’jamas for me are made of lace and feathers.
I’m leaning more towards plain white men’s p’jamas with navy piping. Or navy pjamas with white piping.
But I’m getting off track here. The point is my dryer broke and I’m gonna fix it and I’m pretty proud. Whenever people ask me why I do things like fix my dryer myself, make my own yogourt, or grow my own vegetables the immediate reaction is to say because I’m cheap. But that’s not really it. If I were to really look into my DIWhy, I’d say the reason I do things myself is because it makes me feel good.
I’m not sure what I’d say I’m most boastful about but it’s probably installing my own central vac. It wasn’t the biggest job I’ve done, but it I’m impressed with myself every day for it. And that was 10 years ago that I installed it. At a rate of feeling proud of myself for it, once a day for the past 10 years, that means in the past decade that central vac has made me feel good 3650 times. And that’s a low estimate.
So. That’s why I do things for myself.
And you? What have you done to impress yourself lately? Or what have you done that you’re most proud of? Giving birth is not allowed as an answer because although it is possible, for the most part you don’t hire someone else to give birth.
Lemme know. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a dryer that wants to tumble for me.
Have a good weekend!
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