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Jan. 15th, 2006 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI got my dryer hooked up!
After a leisurely morning spent partially in bed with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme and partially in front of my computer catching up on email and poking at my server, I ran out to the hardware store to pick up parts while my lovely mate showered to get ready for dance class.
This time, instead of just going in and buying the parts I thought I'd need, I approached the customer service desk with all my old parts, explained what I was trying to do and the problem I was having, and let the "helpful hardware man" show me exactly what I needed. I can't help but think of the times a few years ago when I couldn't possibly have mustered the confidence and courage to do something as simple as ask for help that way, and it makes me feel really good. And I even did it in sandals with my painted toenails showing. The fact that all the parts he showed me were the right ones and I had very little trouble getting everything hooked up the way it should be makes it even better!
The only time I was really nervous was when I actually started up the dryer. It's an old beast, just like the washer; they were both gifted to us by some gamer friends of my parents. (We did each other a favor; Moira and I get a washer/dryer, they get an empty basement.) But unlike the washer, the dryer uses a potentially explosive substance as fuel, so I was a bit paranoid about turning it on. I knew my external connections were good, but what about the internal ones? What if there was a leak? What if it blows up on me?
But it seems to be happily running. Though it took a while to get hot the first time, it now seems to spark up the gas jet and burn just fine. I popped the bottom panel off the front of the dryer so I could watch the internals (and make sure nothing was on fire that wasn't supposed to be) and there it was: toward the back of the left side was an inferno in a tube, the gas jet merrily throwing off hot air to get sucked into the internal squirrel-cage fan and blown into the tumbling drum. Still, I'm going to keep a close eye on that dryer for a while. You know, just to be on the safe side.
Finally! We can wash and dry our own clothes! I'm getting started on that task tonight. The combination of the inconvenience of taking clothes out to the laundromat combined with my mate and my general disinclination to embark on that task has resulted in three-foot piles of clothing becoming the typical scenery in our bedroom. No longer!
After a leisurely morning spent partially in bed with
wooisme and partially in front of my computer catching up on email and poking at my server, I ran out to the hardware store to pick up parts while my lovely mate showered to get ready for dance class.This time, instead of just going in and buying the parts I thought I'd need, I approached the customer service desk with all my old parts, explained what I was trying to do and the problem I was having, and let the "helpful hardware man" show me exactly what I needed. I can't help but think of the times a few years ago when I couldn't possibly have mustered the confidence and courage to do something as simple as ask for help that way, and it makes me feel really good. And I even did it in sandals with my painted toenails showing. The fact that all the parts he showed me were the right ones and I had very little trouble getting everything hooked up the way it should be makes it even better!
The only time I was really nervous was when I actually started up the dryer. It's an old beast, just like the washer; they were both gifted to us by some gamer friends of my parents. (We did each other a favor; Moira and I get a washer/dryer, they get an empty basement.) But unlike the washer, the dryer uses a potentially explosive substance as fuel, so I was a bit paranoid about turning it on. I knew my external connections were good, but what about the internal ones? What if there was a leak? What if it blows up on me?
But it seems to be happily running. Though it took a while to get hot the first time, it now seems to spark up the gas jet and burn just fine. I popped the bottom panel off the front of the dryer so I could watch the internals (and make sure nothing was on fire that wasn't supposed to be) and there it was: toward the back of the left side was an inferno in a tube, the gas jet merrily throwing off hot air to get sucked into the internal squirrel-cage fan and blown into the tumbling drum. Still, I'm going to keep a close eye on that dryer for a while. You know, just to be on the safe side.
Finally! We can wash and dry our own clothes! I'm getting started on that task tonight. The combination of the inconvenience of taking clothes out to the laundromat combined with my mate and my general disinclination to embark on that task has resulted in three-foot piles of clothing becoming the typical scenery in our bedroom. No longer!
