This time last week, I just knew that by Saturday (5 days ago), I would have a working dishwasher. No . . I do not. In fact, this is what my kitchen looks like now:
Not only is the dishwasher still in the middle of the floor, but now the fridge has been moved to the middle of the floor also.
Yesterday evening the electrician came. He had to pull the fridge out because he put in a new plug, on its own breaker, for the fridge. Our fridge is quite unlevel and it messes up the ice maker. Leveling the fridge, with its little screw out feet, shouldn’t be a problem, but . . well, let’s not go there. When Chris had the fridge out, Vince said “leave it out and I’ll level it” but he had the surgery on his nasal passage yesterday so he can’t bend down and deal with it. The fridge is quite easy to slide in and out so I thought about saying “I’ll just push it back into its hole and we’ll pull it out when you feel like dealing with it”, but decided . . it was best not to go there either.
The good news is . . I don’t think I can get to the stove! The additional good news is . . the dishwasher has its own plug now. I’m not getting my hopes up but I’m really anticipating having a dishwasher . . let’s just say . . soon!
The cabinet isn’t finished, the drawers aren’t painted so I still can’t use any of that area. Everything from under the sink is on the front porch in a Rubbermaid tote and we had crazy wind, rain and hail last night so I’m betting that tote is pretty wet inside.
What can I say? I’ll be happy when the dishwasher is working.