I'm cursed. It's official. Someone has put a hex on my washer and dryer and I'm looking for a good witch to remove it!! Repairing one or the other every few months is getting pretty old, even if it has helped to develop some self-confidence in this area. The latest victim was my dryer. Who knew a dryer could make such noises?! Friday morning I tried to start the dryer and it gave off the most horrible screeching I've ever heard. I swear the neighbors probably thought I was stringing up all five of my cats and flogging them or something. I gave up on trying to ignore the noise (after about 30 seconds) and figured I'd get around to fixing it "later." (Of course Friday was one of those really busy days when I didn't have time to pull it apart!)
Well, later ended up being Saturday morning and I was in luck. David was home and he was willing to do most of the work. We pulled it apart and it was pretty apparent that we were in sore need of a new belt and drum slides. Thankfully I'm pretty familiar with the parts store by now so I knew to get the dryer model number, call ahead and make sure they had the parts and then drive to Mason to pick them up. It didn't take David very long to get everything back together (I helped, but he really did the majority of it this time) and when we plugged it in (and crossed my fingers) it started up quietly and perfectly.
I haven't been so happy to be able to start a load of laundry in months! (Since the last time my washer died!) I think my appliances are trying to teach me not to take them (or anything else in my life) for granted! That, or there really is a curse.