Time? Time for what?
It's been a hectic week here at Chateau CycleDog.
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Work has been steady, not demanding, and it seems like the days fly by.
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At home, it's been different. The normal level of insanity
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has been interrupted by an annoying appliance. Our dryer
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which is in the utility closet right outside my bedroom door,
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developed a kind of squealing sound over the last couple of months.
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It sounded remarkably like a puppy yelping over and over and over
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until my own loosely held sanity nearly evaporated. We called an
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appliance repair guy who said that if we'd called him earlier, he could
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have fixed it, but the dryer was too far gone. Sure, he could still fix it, but
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the parts and labor would be about $300, and I can buy a new dryer
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for that. Did I mention how difficult it is to concentrate and
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write when it sounds like someone is torturing puppies on the other side
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of the bedroom door? This thing was loud enough that I could hear
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it on the street outside. On Monday, Mary and I bought a new dryer.
(silence)
Last night, I wrestled it into the utility closet, connected the vent, and attached the electrical cord. My reward for this is blessed silence. I don't have to set the television audio to 747 levels anymore. It no longer sounds like some industrial techno-pop band is rehearsing in the hallway. My sanity - or a reasonable facsimile thereof - has been restored.
Of course, when I got out of bed this morning, the parts that are supposed to bend, like knees, hips, shoulders, and elbows, didn't really want to do that. My back felt as if it were trying to bend enough to allow my head to rest on my belt buckle, while at the same time both shoulders tried to meet somewhere a few feet ahead of me.
Breakfast consisted of a large, very hot coffee and a couple of ibuprofen.
Silence was worth it.
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Work has been steady, not demanding, and it seems like the days fly by.
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
At home, it's been different. The normal level of insanity
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
has been interrupted by an annoying appliance. Our dryer
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
which is in the utility closet right outside my bedroom door,
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
developed a kind of squealing sound over the last couple of months.
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
It sounded remarkably like a puppy yelping over and over and over
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
until my own loosely held sanity nearly evaporated. We called an
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAL-YELP-YELP-YELP-SQUEAK-SQUEAK
appliance repair guy who said that if we'd called him earlier, he could
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have fixed it, but the dryer was too far gone. Sure, he could still fix it, but
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the parts and labor would be about $300, and I can buy a new dryer
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for that. Did I mention how difficult it is to concentrate and
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write when it sounds like someone is torturing puppies on the other side
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of the bedroom door? This thing was loud enough that I could hear
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it on the street outside. On Monday, Mary and I bought a new dryer.
(silence)
Last night, I wrestled it into the utility closet, connected the vent, and attached the electrical cord. My reward for this is blessed silence. I don't have to set the television audio to 747 levels anymore. It no longer sounds like some industrial techno-pop band is rehearsing in the hallway. My sanity - or a reasonable facsimile thereof - has been restored.
Of course, when I got out of bed this morning, the parts that are supposed to bend, like knees, hips, shoulders, and elbows, didn't really want to do that. My back felt as if it were trying to bend enough to allow my head to rest on my belt buckle, while at the same time both shoulders tried to meet somewhere a few feet ahead of me.
Breakfast consisted of a large, very hot coffee and a couple of ibuprofen.
Silence was worth it.
posted by Ed W at 6:49 PM
8 Comments:
Actually, 747s are quite quiet.
Ibuprofen: The Breakfast of Champions!
My dryer screams like a banshee when it's cold/winter, and is almost silent when its hot/summer. Maybe I too should call in an expert before a replacement is needed. But it's summer. It's quiet now. Maybe it will be different this winter.
This may be a cultural thing, but does anyone in North America hang out the washing to dry on a clothesline? I can see this wouldn't work for many months of the year, but surely when it's summer and nice and sunny?
That squeaking really is annoying, and that's just what's written in your post!
@lemmi: Believe it or not, line drying clothing is illegal in some US cities, and many homeowner associations and apartment buildings also likewise prohibit outdoor clothes drying!
There's something about the idea of my boxer shorts flapping merrily in the breeze that could possibly bring on an attack of the vapors among my female neighbors. Besides, hanging them on an outside line would result in them drying within seconds. It's about four thousand degrees out there with a three hundred mile an hour wind - typical Oklahoma summertime weather.
@Yokota Fritz: Thanks for the insight, that is just insane!
@Yokota Fritz: Thanks for the insight, that is just insane!
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