Dad owes me for not listening when I tried to tell him something important. I could have saved him a lot of frustration.
You see, a while back Dad found where one of us had torn a hole in the hose from the dryer to the wall. Dad repaired it, but noticed that ever since he fixed it the dryer just wasn't drying like it should. The clothes were damp and humid, although the dryer was getting hot, and the clothes would have to go through several cycles to get dry.
Dad had checked the hose for lint when he was fixing it, so he knew that was clear. Mom and Dad had tried to vacuum the line from the wall to the outside, but the shop vac hose couldn't handle the bend.
Well, every now and then I would walk in to the laundry room, to the dryer hose, and look at it, trying to get Dad to understand that there was something going on. But he just wasn't paying attention. Well, finally, on Sunday, Dad finally got the idea. He went outside, on a ladder (because the washer and dryer are in the room above the garage), and look in the vent from the outside. Apparently one of the outside flaps had gotten stuck open and a bird had nested in the vent. No wonder we were so curious about the dryer vent.
Fortunately, the bird realized this was a bad place for a nest, and had abandoned it. Dad got the nest all cleaned out, and the dryer is drying again. Now, think how less aggravated Dad could have been if he had only listened to his #1 Mancat weeks ago!
On that note, I think I'm going to do some much deserved resting on Mom's little craft cabinet. Problem-solving for Dad is hard work.