shit bucket

i was just talking to one of my co-workers, who --early on this monday morning-- already looked like he'd had his fill of frustrations for the week.

i asked him how things were going and he rolled his eyes and said, "the bucket that i put this shit in is all full up."

the shit bucket i keep at home is a little more full today, too: my dishwasher broke this weekend.

i know i shouldn't whine... it's a luxury to have a dishwasher at all. but i had forgotten how damned inconvenient it is to wash every stupid fork, lid and whisk that gets dirtied. ray and i strategically planned out our breakfast so as to use as few dishes as possible. (plus, our dinner guests last night felt compelled to subject themselves to dishpan hands, which i felt embarrassed about. usually i just shoo people away from the kitchen, saying "oh, i'll just throw everything in the dishwasher later.")

based on neighborhood recommendations i called "appliance pro" and talked to michael, who happily scheduled an appointment to come look at the damn thing. michael first wanted to know was how old the dishwasher was. i didn't know... it was here when i bought the house. it looks old, though. he told me where i could find a model number, and after reading the digits to him he told me that my dishwasher was made in 1983.

1983!! i was a freshman in high school! no wonder it's limping... i am, too. i've got bad knees and it has a bad pump. or something.

anyway, michael is going to come over wednesdsay morning and see if the dishwasher is worthy of salvaging.

if it's not, i'm not panicked... i'm refinancing my mortgage this month, which means i won't have a mortgage payment next month. i could afford a new dishwasher if i had to.

living without one is not an option. i'm far too lazy to wash dishes by hand (and far too weenie to ask dinner guests do it for me).

Posted by xta at January 10, 2005 12:05 PM | TrackBack