Decorating Diaries - Things That Go "Boom!"

Blair rolled in the door about 9:30 last night and immediately asked, "What's that noise coming from the dryer?"

"I don't know," I said. (I was already snuggled down in bed reading.) "My strategy was to ignore it and hope it goes away."

Grimacing at me, Blair opened the door to the washer/dryer area. "Dena!" he said.  "The entire hose is disconnected.  Didn't you notice the heat pouring out?"

"Yeah," I said turning a page.  "I did think it seemed kinda warm."

This is why I should not be left alone with appliances.  It's that not I'm incompetent of handling a problem, I just don't care. Mechanical items bore me.  Always have, always will.

Which doesn't change the fact that not only did our dryer hose disconnect, it's torn.  So we need a new hose.  Which, being the easy-solution challenged people we are, brokes an entirely new set of options.

Right now, our dryer vents to our back porch.  However, on schedule for 2006 in the "Home Upgrade" category is a new porch/deck/sunroom.  So, we're wondering if while we're replacing the hose, we ought to vent the dryer to a new area. What area that might be, I have no clue.

Plus, Blair thought he remembered reading the metal tubing is better than the flexible plastic or whatever tubing we have now.  So should be replace all of that?  Discussion of which reminded me to remind Blair that we as of yet have done nothing with the heated floor guy's informing us that the state of insulation under our home is "a mess."

"What does that mean?" Blair asked last night.

"It means it's a mess," I answered.

"No, I mean, how bad is that? Is it all over or just in the bathroom area where they were working?"

"I don't know."

"Because I've been under there and I don't think it's that bad.  Did he say anything else?"

"Look," I said, "I'm not holding out on you.  All I know is he said it's a mess and he seemed pretty upset for us that we had that big a mess to deal with.  That's all I know."

But now I'm nervous.  Once one thing breaks down in the home, it usually spreads like a bad virus and things start going "boom!" right and left. 

Meanwhile, I'll be hanging my socks and unmentionables out to dry.