I’ve been working on the broken dryer for a couple of weeks now . Ada didn’t nag me about it , as it sat around for two weeks , inside and outside on the back patio . No nagging despite the clothes line under the awning out back , across the patio table , making the place look like hillbillies hang out here , a little like a homeless encampment , although no shopping cart yet .
I changed a piece of plastic called a drum glide , too , that fits on the edge of the drum , because the old glide was loose . I thought for a day or two that this loose glide might have been the problem with the dryer . I had taken the thing apart again , secured the new glide , and we tried a load of wash . The thing worked ! For three or four minutes . Then it seized up again , hummed , and stopped .
I noticed that the motor squeaked . I was in denial for several days . I oiled the motor . It still squeaked . Eventually I ordered a new motor . There was a problem getting the old one out . The attached fan was stuck . I had to break the old fan off to get it out in order to to get the motor stuck to it out .
A long story short : the dryer purrs with the new motor . The drum spins . The clothes dry . I won’t have to go look for a used dryer .
What was it Tom Edison said : Success is 10 % inspiration and 90 % perspiration ? Henry Ford tried nineteen times to build a car until he was eventually successful on the twentieth time . He called his success the Model T . FDR said something like : We have to do something . If it doesn’t work out , we can try something else .
I’m not comparing myself to these guys . Obviously . Maybe to Hannibal for doing such a foolish thing as deciding to cross the Alps in winter . Maybe not .
I look at the old motor now out on the patio , the corpus delecti , the elusive culprit finally vanquished . I don’t miss the twisted copper chorister’s falsetto squeal , the dauntless although ultimately death-rattle chirps and squeaks . It was a tough adversary , raucously announcing itself at times , gloating tenaciously , well-barricaded and obstinant up to the end . It fought zealously, axle , brush , and bushings , to stay put .
It had one fan , an ally that gave no quarter , that had to be eventually completely destroyed . It was the final impediment protecting the old motor , making both fan and motor impossible to pull unless the fan be demolished . I had to impose a policy of unconditional surrender . Had to .
I miss the cotter pin familiarity , in a way . I miss the ongoing challenge , the mystery of the hunt for the clothes dryer’s point of resistance . It could have all gone so wrong ! Perhaps , in my foolishness , I mistook the white bulkheads of the old machine for a white flag . And all the while the dryer saw me for what I was : unprepared , untrained , and poorly armed for the upcoming struggle . The whole enterprise was fraught with the risk of ultimate defeat for one or both of us . We both understood that , the dryer and I .
But if the dryer at first pegged me as a frail , perhaps foppish opponent , it ultimately would have to eat it’s maliciously muttered unwise words . It would have to disabuse itself of it’s hollow illusions . I wasn’t giving up . I called for unconditional surrender , although I had earlier been open to compromise . I had put the thing together several times after dismantling it . It could have given in any of those times and worked . Even maintaining its boisterous disposition , as long as it worked we could have found common ground . But no !
There will be no fete to castigate the vanquished , to celebrate the victor . We will just go on . A new motor purrs now like a hopped -up kitten . There is a new fan, too , whirring and exhaling with an easygoing glee . We are all hurtling purposely yet accidentally forward , wending along on our laundrously inimitable ways , the dryer , the clothesline , the unbelievably patient and supportive resident laundress and I .
I recommend , nevertheless , finding someone who knows dryers to fix your broken dryer . You’ll save time . Don’t let your husband do it . He doesn’t know what he’s doing . If he fixes it it will be a miracle .
If at first you don’t succeed , try, try again . Then quit . There’s no point in being a damn fool about it .————–W.C. Fields
On the other hand :
Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind .