Dishwasher
Saturday afternoon, as Alison helped pack up her mom’s apartment’s kitchen and moved it over to the new house, I got a call from my dad. He needed 16 pages scanned so he could email them. Rather than scan them per se, I decided I’d head over to their house and use my 3.2 megapixel Nikon’s document copy setting to take pictures of them. It worked great, though I would have preferred some sharper contrast. While we were offloading the data to his computer and he was emailing the documents, we talked about what I did earlier in the day. I washed dishes for about two hours.

Actually, I washed dishes by hand for one hour plus however long the movie Daredevil is. Yahoo Movies says it 1 hr and 42 minutes. So, I washed dishes for nearly three hours. Why? Because when our dishwasher’s pump motor broke, it was loaded with dirty dishes. And since last week had lots of stuff going on with the two inspections of Alison’s mom’s new house and the closing, two dentist appointments, dinner at my parent’s house, and epoxying the new garage floor, we didn’t wash dishes, we filled up both sinks and then a little bit of counter.


Does this outfit make me look fat?

And I didn’t listen to Daredevil while I washed dishes. I listened to the commentary track. It’s funny to hear the writer and one of the producers howl at the bad CGI and horrible, truly horrific city model they have in the meeting with Kingpin. Ouch, when I saw it in the theater, I thought it was supposed to be a model. Nope, it’s supposed to look like a window overlooking NYC. David Letterman has a better fake view.

Well, Dad offered to help me pick up a dishwasher later that day. I called Alison and she said Ok. It wasn’t until I was at Alison’s mom’s new house helping move a recliner that we realized that I didn’t need Alison to help with the dishwasher. I called Dad, but they still wanted to wait so that Mom could hang out with Nina. So we met at our house at five. Actually, Alison was still at her mom’s new house waiting on the garage door opener installers to finish, so we all went over there. Mom hung out with Alison and Nina while Dad and I went to get the dishwasher.

The dishwasher we settled on was the Frigidaire 710. It’s not just 710. There are some numbers before and some numbers behind the 710, but I can remember the numbers and not the letters. DU710XTWW or something. It is the cheapest quiet level 3 dishwasher out there. And, granted, it’s almost as unreliable as a Bosche according to Consumer Reports. But, we’ve had a bottom of the line GE for seven years, with a quietness level of 0 (AKA loud) and it took seven years to die. If the $230 710 lasts seven years, I’ll be pleased. I’ll be installing it myself, probably Thursday. The installation should be nothing. I’ve already turned off the water. It’s just having the power off and still having light. I’ll do it at night so I’ll run an extension cord from another part of the house to see. I’ll also use a flashlight, but I’d prefer more ambient light too.

Coincidentally, repairing our lame cheapo dishwasher would be $100 labor and $130 for the part. So, exactly the same amount of money.

Moving Day
Today is bigtime moving day for Alison’s mom. The movers are getting all the stuff out of the big storage building. Alison and Tom, and probably me when I get off work, will be moving the stuff out of the small storage building. Alison got all the stuff out of her mom’s TDY apartment last night. Checkout is at 11 a.m. today.

Alison has taken off work today. So has Tom. I don’t think Brad will be much help. No smirch against Brad’s rep, but teenagers have a longstanding tradition of standing and not doing on moving days. But, really, today shouldn’t be that bad. It’s the rest of the week/month/year while she gradually gets all the stuff out of boxes and figures out where to put it. The situation is particularly interesting since Alison’s mom moved out of a 2600 square foot house into a 1531 square foot house and didn’t get rid of any furniture. If she does actually set up the great room the way she’s talking about, I’ll have to take a picture of it since it will be crammed full of furniture. Literally, two sofas facing each other not two feet apart.

- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 7:52 AM