My dryer has died. I knew it was coming. The moans from the laundry room were getting louder and louder. Finally the moans turned to a squeaky wailing. Could that be considered keening? Before it started to officially die, I should have seen the little hints it was leaving. Bites were being taken out of our towels. Washcloths were stuck in the rim. It just hasn't been a pretty sight. Saturday night was the final straw. It sounded like a choir of birds were singing their last opera. I couldn't bear it. I turned it off and went to bed. RL decided to take it apart last night and see what was inside - which is quite the feat since the laundry room is a catch all room. After cleaning out all the lint that had gotten past us, it still wasn't willing to work. I am a diligent lint cleaner, so I was shocked to see what had slid by. A sad, sad day indeed. So tonight we venture to Lowe's or Home Depot and see what they've got. L is on his last pair of jeans and we just won't mention how far down R's supply of unmentionables has gotten. I guess I could go to Mom and Daddy's and use their laundry room. It could prove to be entertaining since the cat wars are still continuing. Scout hasn't accepted her little brother yet. Gus has been getting into trouble and Scout just watches. She's probably enjoying not being the one in trouble for a change. True siblings! Mom said Gus weighed a little over a pound today. That would be a snack for our cat!
If you have a dryer and it works - love it. Cherish it. It won't last forever.