We sent our old dryer to an early grave, it turns out.
About a month or two ago, it started laboring. It would almost stop during the cycle, then start back up again. It was painful to hear. We put it out of its misery by buying a new one. The new one would run for a while and then stop. Run for a while again, and stop. We called Sears, the service guy diagnosed a probable faulty timer, and we had them swap out the unit completely. New dryer does exactly the same thing.
The original dryer had a foible almost from the time it was installed. All we had to do was turn the timer dial and it would start. Didn’t have to push the button. Something faulty inside, but it wasn’t a hassle, and the dryer did stop when it reached the end of the cycle. Now I realize that what was happening with that machine is the same thing we’re seeing currently. It was actually stopping, but because of the sticky switch, it was starting itself back up again. Seems like the problem is likely electrical, something to do with the 220 V line its plugged into. Either the circuit breaker or the outlet, I guess. Time to call in an electrician. Alas, the original dryer was sentenced to the trash heap when it may have had a few more good years in it. Ah, it served us well for 14 years.
Speaking of unjustly accused, my Storytellers Unplugged essay “Apparently I Write Like a Girl,” is now online for your reading pleasure. It tells a longer version of the story I alluded to here a few weeks ago, about the editor who assumed from my name I was a woman and thus wrote a scathing critique of a story based on the assumption that I was writing about things I had no knowledge of, i.e. a man’s perspective.
I fell off the wagon last night and watched the eviction episode of Big Brother. What can I say? I was bored. There isn’t a single one of the 13 or 14 contestants this year that I like at all. Not one who I find the least bit sympathetic.
Watching Michael’s mom interrogate the pilot on last night’s episode of Burn Notice made the show. The rest of it was the usual fun and derring-do, but her casual comments about how soundproof her garage was and what Fi and Sam were likely to do once they stopped fighting…priceless.
