With a sudden high-pitched screech my faithful summer companion let me know it was time to pull the plug.
I tried to bring her back to life, I did, first with a cleansing from pervasive desert dust.
Not knowing much about motors, I unscrewed the motor, turned it over, and . . . well . . ., looked at it.
Unscrewing the timer, I was fascinated by all the numerous tiny plastic cogs.
I tried to imagine the small Chinese working fingers that had carefully assembled the timer.
Reassembled everything, tried the switch and . . . nada, nothing.
The next day it was in the 30s (90s F.) as usual. Hot!
(Did I mention that I hate this apartment's air conditioner? Too cold, too dry, noise, expensive, have to shut the windows.)
And the rockets were flying so I was afraid to take the bus to Beer Sheva to look for a new fan.
I normally never pray about material things, but finally I asked God if he knew how to fix fans.
Would you believe?? The very next morning the fan was giving blessed wind in my house!
Alas, it worked only for a day. But I was grateful for that little sign from above.
I made peace with the realization that a 10" Chinese box fan's lifespan is not forever.
Fan had cooled me every summer since 2006, so I thanked her and said farewell.
A new one arrived today to our post office in Meitar, by mail, from an online supplier in Tel Aviv. A lifesaver!