Hello there! I feel I should apologize. It’s been a few months since I’ve visited, and normally I’m not so bad about keeping in touch. I could wax poetic about the holidays being crazy and not really knowing what day it was on that weird week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I could talk about getting lost in the manuscript I’m currently working on. Both of those things are true. But that’s not the whole story. Oddly enough the main reason has to do with a dishwasher.
I have this thing I do when I know I need to do things around the house. I always wear shoes. I know it seems odd, but hear me out. It’s really more of a mental thing. If I put my shoes on, my brain shifts into a mode of “Hey, Todd, it’s time to get to work now.”
Today was one of those days. Today I got a lot of stuff sorted in a room I’d been avoiding for a while. That’s right, the laundry room. After about 3 hours today, things were actually going well and it is now a usable room instead of a scary place to try and do the washing.
There are still many things I need to do around the house. Projects that would squarely fall on the “fixer-upper” list.
I know that I’m going to be wearing my shoes when I do.
What’s that you say? Oh, I suppose I did leave you hanging with the dishwasher thing, didn’t?
Well, coincidentally, I was also wearing my shoes on the day my dishwasher decided it wanted to give me a swimming pool. In my kitchen.
Now, I know what you’re saying, and yes, I absolutely agree. A swimming pool in the kitchen would be awesome. Who hasn’t dreamt of having grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while lounging on an oversized inflatable unicorn floatie thing? I know I have. There’s just one problem. My kitchen was not designed with housing a swimming pool in mind. Granted, there is an island, but it’s not the kind of island that should be surrounded by water.
None of these things mattered to my dishwasher, though. It was new in the eighties. These days, it no longer wanted to live up to its Potscrubber name. It seems it would rather earn a new name, like Poolswimmer. To that end, it had decided to longer do what it was supposed to do with the water.
Being a reasonably handy guy, I thought I could fix it. So I did what any geek who didn’t want a swimming pool in his kitchen would do. I googled what could cause the particular model of dishwasher I have to lose its mind, and its water.
I found a few things it could be. And I ordered the parts to fix it myself. I mean, sure it’s 30 years old, but I figured that if I could fix it for less than the cost of a new dishwasher, it was worth it. I would love to say that wearing my shoes made a difference. I would love to say that the money that I spent on the replacement door seal was worth it because it was just what my dishwasher needed to be reminded that it was a dishwasher and not a pool-maker.
I would love to say that, but I can’t. The truth is, I’m much better and putting words on the page than I am helping dishwashers remember why they were made. At the first little sign of a swimming hole in my kitchen, I really should have called someone like Appliance Rescue Service, but I didn’t. Sometimes I not that smart. Even when I do wear my shoes.
I have a new dishwasher now. One that washes dishes instead of trying to make swimming pools in my kitchen. Will it last 30 years like the last one? I have no idea, but if it starts misbehaving, I can tell you without a doubt, I’m going to call in the experts.
Anyway my friends, I hope you are well. And I hope your year is well on its way to being amazing. Now it’s time to kick off my shoes, grab a bowl of chili, and watch the snow paint my yard white.
Until next time, be safe, be kind, and always remember the shoes.