Vince decided on his own, before I ever opened the can of chicken, that today would be the day the dishwasher would be installed.
And there she is .. with the first load done, the bottom rack already unpacked. My dishes are clean and sparkly. My plastic is no longer greasy feeling. I’m a happy cook!
As suspected, it took him about 10 minutes to slide it in there and hook up the water and drain lines. When he finished, he said to me “Did you think it would be this easy?” I know he was talking about the part he did today but my mind went to the entire process and the dust that’s everywhere from the sawing and sanding and I was waiting til the process was finished before I cleaned everything. So, I did not answer his question but simply smiled and said “Thank you! I am SO happy to have a dishwasher again!”
It’s truly amazing that all my adult life I’ve had a dishwasher and not having had one for the past 18 months has made me so appreciative of something I’ve always taken for granted. I thought I could make it fine without one and if I had to . . yes, I could but I went through so many more dishtowels and dishwashing liquid because I kept a sink of dishwater and was constantly drying something and then laying the dish towel down and not knowing if it was clean enough to use the next time I needed one.
Now . . as I’m typing, he’s painting the fronts of the drawers with what’s hopefully the last coat of paint and my kitchen will soon be 100% back together. We’ve gotten the drawing for the new cabinet in the dining room and I’m pretty excited about that but not real sure how long it’s going to take to get it made and installed. We have to go this week and choose the countertop for it. I need to do a bit of research to see what I want. I know what I don’t want — no more individual tiles . . ever on my countertop!