This evening, just after 6:30, two fellas brought to stately Rice Manor the dishwasher we ordered last weekend.
They were casually dressed, impressively tattooed, and somewhat disheveled: we were their seventh appointment of the day, and it showed. But they made short work of removing the old dishwasher & installing the new one.
I took pictures. Perhaps I will post a few.
Dishwashers are simple things. They have three connections: power, water and drain; two height-adjustable feet in front, for leveling; and a pair of screws holding it to the counter. In a pinch, we could’ve installed it ourselves. (I doubt that Jennifer would agree with me on that.)
We were a bit concerned at what we’d find, when the old dishwasher was removed – dead mice? – but it was surprisingly clean.
We’ve been living here thirteen years, and in that time we’ve replaced every major appliance: dishwasher, stove, microwave (twice!), refrigerator, clothes dryer, furnace and air conditioner…but not the water heater.
I figure that one’s next.