My washer went kaput.

Last Saturday.  I was bummed.  It had dirty water that wouldn't drain.

I decided I couldn't ignore it any more.  I found the manual.  It was me against the washer on a Sunday morning before church. 

Ut oh.  I didn't read the part that I should drain the pump filter about every ten washes.  Let's see.  I had the set for about four years.  Times 3 per week.  That translates into 624 washes.  And I never even noticed the pump filter.  Oh well.

Take a coin and open up the pump filter at the bottom of the front of the washer.  Hhmm.  Then pull out the small drain hose and unplug that so the water drains out.  The instructions say I'll need a 'vessel'.  It didn't say whether it was a boat-like vessel or some other container.  But the hose was only about five inches long.  Unless I wanted to lift up the whole washer I couldn't get even a small 'vessel' to catch the water.

I know, I'll bail the water out of the drum.  Thank goodness the water was lower than the bottom rim.  No worries about the water pouring out.  I've bailed on boats and I have the tools. 

But I needed to get the automatic lock undone on the washer door.  I tricked the machine.  After messing with the power cord, plugging it in and out, after three tries, I got the door opened.   I won! 

I bailed half a dozen plastic, one-half gallon orange juice containers of water.  Back to the pump filter.  Turn the knob to the left and pull the mechanism out.  I turned it left.  And left, and left, left.  Not so good.  So I tried to turn and pull simultaneously.  ARGH!  It broke.  The knob lost a piece of itself.

Sitting on the hard floor, and bending over my knees I felt like I was doing something like a yoga pose, kind of like 'panting dog'.  (Did I make that up?)  I was stuck on the floor.

I left the washer there for another four days.  My call on Monday resulted in a 10am showing on Thursday from Robert.  He'd work on my awful Maytag Neptunes.  If anybody could fix it, it'd be him.  

And fix it he did!  But he knows tools and how to use them.  I know how to use the phone to call for help.

On his iPhone, he showed me photos with the results of his discoveries: everything from bread twistees, to coins, to a mess of rubber bands, to threads, to socks.

That's what he found in my filter.  A thin nylon sock.  It was preventing me from simply pulling out the filter.

Now I know where those socks go. And your socks go.  And everybody's socks go.  Deep within the recesses of a pump filter.

I'm back in business.  I doubt I'll clean the filter again.  It wasn't dirty.  It only had a sock in it. And with the 'delicate' laundry bag I got today from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, socks won't be going missing anytime soon.

Live richly,  marilyn




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