25 November 2007
After three very llllooooonnnggg weeks DH finally got a chance to look a the washer last night when he got home from work. My official complaint was that it wasn't spinning (fast) and not draining the water. He unhooked the water and pulled it out of its little cubby then turned it on to see what was going on. Off it ran, spinning like a mad hamster's wheel. Crap. If it wasn't broken at all I would be really ticked! So we put a pair of pants in, hooked the water back up, let if fill a little with water then fast forwarded to the spin cycle. No spinning, no draining. I actually felt a little relieved. Who wants to have made such a fuss of having to go to the laundrymat for so long, only to have nothing wrong?!? But, quickly back to damn, the washer's still broken... After fussing and draining, and prodding by hubby, and tool fetching, button pushing, light holding, and cat herding by me he found the problem. The drain pump was clogged. Our water is so bad and rust riddled I expected a gob of goo the size of a shoe, but alas it was Art's pocket clutter that was the culprit. We pulled out eight years of change, nails, bolts, washers, etc... It feels much better now...
Posted by Shannon at 8:08 AM