Rochester, NY
It’s been great to get back to the writing. It was a weird feeling in Phoenix, I was with great friends, the weather was phenomenal, football and golf were all around, but I felt wrong that I wasn’t writing. Part of that is because I see the sand on the hourglass running down. So many things will happen once I get this book done. It is hard for me to think about the next journey when I still have to tell the first one. I’m doing it.
On another note, my friends and family would not classify me as a handy man. If you need help fixing something, I am not the person first on the call list. I would be on the down low, very low to the bottom of the sheet. When expectations are low, you can raise eyebrows as I did last night. Someone in the house other than me was cleaning the lint trap on the dryer. Not just the screen that you take out, but cleaning the part deep down in there. The tool was a makeshift dust mop consisting of paper towels wrapped around a knife. The knife fell and was stuck down in the base of the dryer. Handy Andy to the rescue. After analyzing the situation and wondering aloud if this is how spousal arguments come up, I went to work. The analytical mind that I have imagined replacing the two screws on the bottom part of the dryer freeing up an easy reach and grab for the knife. Well, after much work of pliers and screwdrivers, I got the two hard to get at screws off. Inside it wasn’t as easy as I thought. The knife was down in the part that shot through the tube that goes to the outside. I can’t recall the part name, but I had to get at two more hard to touch screws to take out the vent shaft. I borrowed a long screwdriver from next door, opened the vent, there was the knife. Voila! The vacuum cleaned up the shaft and we know have the cleanest dryer on the street. The dryer puzzle pieced back together as envisioned and I was looked at with raised eyebrows. They were scared with me, tools and a disassembled dryer, but I showed my skills. I’m off to tinker…