Lint

The dryer went kaput yesterday.

I like to hang clothes, especially in the 80+ degree heat and tropical breezes. It is theraputic. Wet clothes, semi-dry from the wonderous spin cycle, wooden man shaped clothes pins. Sun bleached whites, and color drained clothings. You get a good rush from bending over; quickly rising to hang the linens.

But the dryer went south, taking the expense of electricity with it. It didnt stay broken for long.

Once you take a dryer apart, it is a simple operating machine.

A machine that produces alot of lint.

I wish I had a use for lint, as I collect alot of it. It seems that the other members of my tribe are allergic to the removing of lint. Seems that I am the only person capable of its removal. The lint gathers in the lint holding screen thingy. So after a load or 3000, it builds to herculean amounts. Which means the clothes dont dry right away.

(insert the fact that the sun would dry then even quicker, but i digress)

So the lint gets taken out. And the Hawaiian Electric Company loves me.

Old Dryer went fritz, and needed the dismantling of myself, and a socket wrench, a shop vac, and a lot of luck.

But you take it apart once, it gets easier the next time. I have changed its belt once, and clean the lint off the innards once or twice a year. So off with its skin, its head, and its guts. Clean, vacuum, and look at the damn thing and hope it turns on when plugged in. The last thing I wanted to do was have to buy a new one, cause thems expensive, Leroy!

After collecting the change in the massive amounts of about $5.68 and various other items, some unamed, and unknown. Sprayed the motor with electric motor cleaner, and wiped all the organs down. Bought a new vent for the lint to gather, that doesnt get caught in the lint gathering thing - a - ma- dooey. Put the whole thing back together, and voila!, more electricity to be consumed.

Yes, she fired right up, all cleaned up and raring to, well, DRY.

Because thats what they do,... they dry.

And this one, she is an abused Dryer.

Mai puts 95lbs of towels in her, and wonders why the thing ...whines.

Shit, I'd whine too.

Or the comforter, linens, and bathmats, rugs that get shoved into her gullet.

Damn Dryer abusers.

The thick arse jeans, jackets, and accoutriments(?) that K and company force feed her.

Amazing that it hasnt pulled its own plug and waddled off to the recycling bin.

She doesnt quit tho' just tumble here and tumble there. Keeps on rumbling through the abuse, only asking to be cleaned up every once-a-while. Asks by going off-line. Awaiting the Mr. Whirlpool of the home to bandage the wounds, and flush the lint away.

Wish I had use for all that lint.

Did I mention I really like to hang the clothes?

It is theraputic.

Aloha.