I just fixed my dryer.
I replaced the drive belt that spins the drum that tosses the clothes that lives in the house that jack built.
My dryer is now running properly, and there are wet clothes being thrown about inside it and soon they will be dry and fluffy.
I will post pictures of the whole thing but first I have to email them all to myself from my cell phone. Yep. Didn’t even bother to use my real camera because I don’t need any more frustration at the moment. My kids’ cameras? Dead batteries in both. No wonder they haven’t been taking pictures of their butts lately.
Anyway, I found a FABULOUS how-to video on youtube, which I’ll link to as well.
But right now the main thing I want to convey is this glorious sense of accomplishment bubbling inside me.
I told my sister it’s like that scene in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang where Dick Van Dyke has been working night and day on the car and then finally, FINALLY, the workshop doors open, like the splitting of a chrysalis, and out comes the transformed Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
And (this is the part in my head now) you hear the high-pitched English voices of his children shrieking delightedly “He fixed the cah! Daddy fixed the cah!”
Only in my head, they are shrieking “She fixed the dryer! Mummy fixed the dryer!”
I wonder if it would be acceptable for me to get my kids out of school early, just so they could shriek for me…..