Dishes

I've been a real slacker about blogging lately, partly because of our dishwasher situation. As in, there is no working dishwasher in our house except the manual kind. Washing dishes is probably one of my least favorite jobs and now I have a lot more of them to do.

I discovered that our d/w was not draining the water on Sunday night. Doug and I did what we know to do to fix it (practically nothing besides make sure there wasn't a clog in the drainage tube) and called Mr. Beelaert on Monday. He is the previous owner of our house. When we signed the contract on our house, it stipulated that they would provide a 1-year home warranty through some company who does that sort of thing. We were hoping that the promised warranty would cover the d/w, but couldn't find any information on the actual warranty in all our closing papers. So on Monday we called Mr. Beelaert to see if he could tell us who the warranty was with so we could call and get our d/w fixed. He didn't know what had happened with the whole warranty thing either, so he called in his fix-it guy to come look at it the next day, free-of-charge to us. I like Mr. Beelaert!

Mr. Fix-it (his name is actually Randy Turner) came and couldn't figure out what was wrong because Bosch d/w are built so that it is hard to get at any of the internal components w/o pulling the whole thing out. He didn't want to do that as that would cost a lot of money and Mr. Beelaert told him if it was going to cost more than $100 that he shouldn't mess w/ it and that it would just need to be replaced. So Mr. Turner said he would call Mr. Beelaert and tell him what he found out (practically nothing) and that Mr. Beelaert would get back to us. We haven't heard back yet, and so I'm stuck doing dishes.

It's actually not as bad as I had anticipated. I've been doing a lot of praying while standing there washing every single cotton-pickin' knife and fork and spoon and cup and bowl and ... that has graced my family's lips. So that's a plus. And it forces me to actually do them in a timely manner else we have no clean utensils and the place gets to be an absolute pigsty. For those readers who do not have an automatic d/w or at least one that works very well (that would be my Mama), you're probably saying, "Poor baby! Things are tough all over!" And I say "Amen" to that.