My tiny little smaller than apartment sized dishwasher died a couple of weeks ago. I knew it was coming. There were days when I had to run a load through twice and that’s saying something since I am a stickler for rinsing every bit of food off of every dish, plate, utensil, pot or cup before it goes in there.
I sighed. I washed the dishes by hand and sighed some more. And then I forgot to call the very nice landlord. Or I put it off, really. Because I’d just called him to tell him our air conditioner was out (well one of them… we have two central units…) I figured I’d just break the news to him when he came over to look at the AC. But then I forgot again.
The AC got fixed before the next round of heat arrived and still I had forgotten to mention to J. that the dishwasher was broken. I just kept handwashing the dishes. J showed up a couple of days later to start scraping paint on the back of the house so he could paint. And I still forgot to mention the dishwasher. (I know, right?) Luckily, TW mentioned it to him. So he stopped scraping paint – came in and looked at the dishwasher. Scratched his head and went back to scraping paint.
A couple of hours later, he came in and took the dishwasher apart – doing who knows what to it, and when he started it again it made a horrible, horrible noise. At that point, he gave up and decided we needed a new dishwasher, which was true. I’ve never seen a dishwasher as small as this one. And I’m guessing it’s pretty darn old.
We chatted about what the dishwasher possibilities might be. Could he find another one to fit the space where the existing dishwasher lives? Should he rip out the counter and the shelves next to the existing dishwasher and make room for a full sized dishwasher? Should he just get us a portable?
No decisions were made… I told him that I really did not care. It’s his house, he should make the decision since he’s the one paying for it.
He left. He came back. He decided he’d go for a full sized dishwasher. I said that was fine. He left. He came back. He looked at the floor by the dishwasher and realized if he put in a full sized machine, we’d find ourselves with a section of floor that really wasn’t floor at all – meaning the existing wood floor doesn’t extend under the cabinets he was going to have to strip out.
He couldn’t decide what to do. I told him that if it were me… I’d go with a portable for now. When we leave, because we will not live here forever regardless of how much he might like us to, he can figure out what to do about the problem and in the meantime, a portable would be fine.
He wasn’t sure. He left. He came back. He left. He came back – this time with a portable dishwasher. A huge portable dishwasher. This thing is so large that I have yet to fill it completely even though there are seven people in the house right now. HUGE dishwasher and I am in dishwasher love.
Except that I can’t figure out the best strategy for loading it. That’s a bit of a frustration since I pride myself on being a dishwashing machine loading expert. But don’t you worry – I’ll figure it out soon enough. I like a good challenge.