The first book I read while reclining in our thankfully stinkbug-free camper was Wild, by Cheryl Strayed. Now, I am not even sure why I read this particular book in the first place, as I had spent at least a year assuming the author was just another self-absorbed twenty-something who had nothing better to do than waste her time wandering around some hiking trails out West. Making snap judgments about reading material might not be a good idea, however, because it turns out that Strayed had a really good story to tell and was fairly self-deprecating in the process. Also? Good writing.
So, yeah, DON'T judge a book by its cover. Kudos to me for just figuring that out at the age of 52. If there is anyone left who hasn't read this book, comment on this post and I'll pick someone (randomly) on Saturday, okay?
I know! I hardly recognize myself.
The website where I ordered the part featured a video on how to take apart the dryer and put the gasket in. I'll let Larry do that, though, because I don't want him to feel left out of this process. It's all about empowerment, you know...
[Dare to Repair image: Marie Claire]