Mean Machine

The hits keep coming but this one has a happy ending.

Before we even began to build our house, we purchased all of our appliances on a Mother’s Day weekend sale. Of course, I thought we could build the house ourselves in one year. Silly me. The next season came and I thought surely, we can finish it this year. Think again. The same was true for the third year.

The fourth year we finally were able to set up all our appliances. I have already told you about having to replace our electric oven for a propane ran oven and the fiasco with our dishwashing, which was also replaced. So, when we were running one of our first loads of laundry and alarms were going off, I was practically beside myself.

Of course we were past any warranties. The new washing machines are more like a computer. Jer researched to figure out what the codes meant and how to fix it. Where we live, it would be just as cost effective to buy a new machine than to hire someone to help fix it. Meanwhile, I struggled to get it unlocked.

The first time I got it to unlock I thought it was just out of balance. After rearranging the items and refilling it, the alarms rang out. I cancelled and the lid was locked again. A week later, somehow it unlocked and I took the largest item out and turned it on. Still the alarm went off. The machine held our clothing hostage for two weeks in a tub full of water.

The following weekend, as I laid in bed depressed about the machine, Jer went after it again. Horah!  He got it to unlock, emptied the items, bailed out the water, and started the machine. That darn alarm went off anyway. Jer researched more. He laid it on its side again looking for the reason. He took things apart.

We had forgotten a very important step prior to running the washer. ALWAYS clean out your pockets first. Jer found some pin nails that were in his pocket as he had been working on the trim work, stuck in the bottom. After removing the obstacles, it’s run great ever since. Yay!