My dryer isn’t working. It was making a squeaky noise, I think I mentioned, and we had our contractor take a look at it. I kinda thought, eh, annoying noise, but it still dries the clothes! Carry on! Those in the know, however, said, FIRE DANGER! Turn that thing off RIGHT NOW! And so I was overruled.

As promised, I am now carting wet laundry to my mother’s house to dry until such a time as a Specialized Dryer Repair Professional can determine exactly how much our dryer is worth to us.

Until then, reasons I don’t enjoy being dryer-less:

Occasionally my mother likes to use her own appliances.

I have three kids. The baby one uses cloth diapers. We make a lot of laundry.

Wet clothes require laundry baskets to transport. Or at least really large plastic bags. I could use about six more laundry baskets.

I don’t have a clothesline. I understand that I could procure a clothesline, though I don’t really know what would be involved. (Buy a length of rope? Staple gun? Maybe this should be someone else’s job.) Also, it’s raining.

I would go ahead and give up washing the clothes altogether, but I can’t convince the kids to wear stuff more than once. (Brush the mud off the knees! No problem! Finger paint? Adds character! No problem! Spaghetti sauce? Oh, all right, put it in the dirty clothes basket.) Sigh. I think I better go load more wet towels into the trunk of my car.