Since my last entry…
* I thought I toasted my clothes dryer by STUPIDLY deciding to dry a throw rug, which subsequently left flakes of the rubber backing inside the dryer and lint trap.
* Vacuumed out most of the rubber bits from the lint trap, but couldn’t get all of it.
* Attempted to dry a load of towels and caught a whiff of burning rubber. I promptly turned off the dryer in a panic with visions of my house going up in flames all because I was stupid enough to throw a rug in the dryer.
* Kicked and cursed myself into oblivion.
* Came to my senses, picked up the yellow pages and called every dryer duct cleaning service in the area. When I finally reached a live body, he said the cost is $175 and the earliest they could come to my house was Tuesday. TUESDAY?! I have a full laundry basket and no clothes for the work week. Don’t you realize this is an emergency?!
* Resigned myself to the Tuesday appointment and attempted to make other arrangements to get my clothes laundered. With my upcoming newsletter deadline looming, I knew I would not have the time to sit around a laundromat waiting for my clothes to dry, so I called the laundromat and asked if they had drop-off service. They did, but the turnaround time is three days. THREE DAYS?! Don’t you realize this is an emergency?!
* Went to Wal-mart and picked up a collapsible clothes rack to air-dry my clothes.
* Shari offered to let me dry my clothes at her house. Reluctantly, not wanting to impose on her and her family, I decided that I will air-dry whatever I could and take a load to dry at her house later on.
* Later in the day, Hubby called and I gave him all the gory details. He advised me to try using the dryer, careful to monitor it for flames (okay, not really his words) and smell, and assured me that it would all be okay.
* Dried another load of towels, and guess what, no burning smell — and no flames! Subsequent loads of laundry also managed to escape unscathed.
Sometimes I think I just overreact to things, causing myself undue stress and consternation. That’s why I need Hubby. He’s so level-headed and calm. Especially after returning home from his one-year tour of duty in Iraq, he is able to put things in proper perspective and not get bent out of shape about the small things.
Hubby and I: Ying and yang, I tell you.
