Amidst the excitement and fun that is CUB SCOUT DAY CAMP, wherein my 10 year old joined some 106 others for a week of Cub Scout fun (and I had to lead a bunch of 8 year olds around), I had other tasks to perform that consumed time. Among them was attending a meeting via speakerphone from the middle of said camp ground some 90 miles outside of Philadelphia (the reasons why I couldn't actually enjoy my vacation free from work are too numerous to list here and now).
Besides the annoyance of work, I had some home repairs to tend to...
Read More...A few weeks ago (29-Jul) I had a bad weekend. One Saturday night, my much-better-half realized the clothes washer failed to drain. After trying all the cycles, it was clear it wasn't going to work for us. So I break out the shop-vac and drain the tub. Gather all the clothes that have been sitting in used-laundry water, and we head to the Laundromat, some 10 miles away (isn't it fun living in a rural community?).
We re-wash the clothes while doing some shopping, and take them home wet. The dryer works, so why not, right? So she starts to dry about half of our laundry.
Around 3:00AM Sunday morning, we lost power. It was hot that weekend, so I break out our portable power supplies to run fans. 8AM we're still in the dark, so we grab the still-wet clothes and another load of dirty clothes. The plan is this: wash the dirty clothes while we eat breakfast, then dry them all so they'll be done at/about the same time. Makes sense, right?
After breakfast, I call home: the answer phone picks up (don't you hate the term answering machine? I mean, yes it is technically a machine, but its so archaic). This means we have power! So we grab the newly washed clothes, the still-wet clothes from last night, and head home.
According to my neighbor, we had power for about 10 minutes; you know ol' Murphy was laughing his ass of when I called home inside that 10 minute window.
We get home to no power.... and it remained off until sometime after 4:00 that afternoon. No one was happy that weekend (far too much to blog about).
That Tuesday, I had a free night to take the washer apart. With the laptop beside me, and having searched several sites, I determined that my Kenmore direct-drive washer seemed to have a faulty coupler (Google: washer won't spin). So I order a part and hope for it to be delivered by Saturday, the next chance I have enough free time to take the bugger apart.
The part arrived Monday, the 7th... oh great. With my planned vacation just a week away, I can't very well take another day off. So it waits for the weekend... wherein I learn the part to be replaced didn't need replacing.
Yep, Murphy had to be laughing.
So I scoured the Internet again, and found a discussion board where someone referenced a repair business that would gladly talk you through a repair. This is a good thing, although I had missed their business hours for Saturday.
Monday the 14th: first day of Day Camp. I was expecting a very similar job as I had the year before, where I drove around camp making sure the water jugs were full, if anyone needed a hand, or if any kids got lost. Important work, to be sure, but a job with a lot of nap down time.
For what its worth, I got saddled with 6 8-year-olds which kept me hopping all day. So another day passed before I could call about my washer.
Now it's Aug 15th: the man on the phone in Pottsville, PA tells me it's probably the lid switch. If you open you washer during a spin cycle, it stops; my lid switch was probably in the open position, preventing it from operating. Fine.
I dismantle the entire cabinet and find the switch; its damaged, probably due to an off-centered load that rocked the tub. I spent about 20 minutes trying to fix it, and then decide to MacGyver it with some spare wire in my tool box. The washer springs to life. I reassemble it and test it again, and it works....
Of course, it's after 11PM by the time I get this all done... so I tell my much-better-half what I did: I shunted the switch to make it work for now, and I'll order a new one. It won't stop when you open the lid. The washer isn't exactly unsafe with the switch shunted, but we do have kids in the house, so it just makes sense to get a new one.
Aug 16th, 1 AM: I am awaken to I was doing a wash and opened the lid.... it didn't turn off!
And I'm the one accused of never listening...
Aug 16th: 9:30 AM: I called the same repair place that pointed me in the right direction. He helped me out, so the least I can do is order a part from him in return.
HE: OK, for your Kenmore model washer, you need lid switch number nnnnn ... I have 15 in stock; how many do you want?
ME: Um, well, I have one washer, with one lid.... how about one?
HE: You sure?
Even now, about a week later, I can't be certain if he was just yanking my chain or not...
On the fifth day of my summer vacation, I woke up. I went downtown to look for a job. And I found one! Keeping kids from hanging around at the drug store.