My burned finger is taking its time healing, but seems to be okay. It’s not doing anything weird like turning green or dripping slime – yet. I suppose it still could, so I’ve been slathering antiseptic cream on it every night and putting a bandage on during the day so that if I do bang it against something, it’s a bit more protected. Here’s hoping that all continues to go well, because having that burn in that particular place on my finger is severely impeding my ability to wear a ring. It’s all about the esthetics, people.
My burned finger and I were out and about the other day, and we passed an appliance store (NOT the store where I recently purchased the fridge of the delivery debacle. Nope, no way!). Hmm, I thought. I should go in and look at dishwashers. After all, mine not only burned me, but it leaks every now and then, so obviously it is getting older and will soon need repairs. And what would I rather do, have it repaired or replaced?
No question. Replaced. Definitely replaced.
Half an hour later, I’d forked over the plastic for a brand new dishwasher, which should be delivered and installed in about two weeks. It’s white (and you would not believe how difficult it is to get white appliances these days! Everyone is on the stainless steel bandwagon – and I can’t stand stainless steel. I find it very antiseptic-looking and too industrial for my taste. Also, it’s hard to keep clean if visible fingerprints bug you. And visible fingerprints bug me.). It has the controls integrated into the top of the door so the front has nothing on it but a handle to open the door. It has a delay timer. It has a china/crystal setting. And it has my number one absolutely-have-to-have item: it’s QUIET. It runs at 52 decibels. I really have no idea what that means, but the model I bought was running in the display area of the store, and I barely heard it. And really, anything, ANYTHING would be quieter than my current dishwasher. A jet plane taking off right beside me might even be quieter than my current dishwasher. Yes, yes, I know I should consider myself lucky to even have a dishwasher, but holy crap! I can’t even talk on the phone in the same room as that thing when it’s running. That’s just ridiculous.
So yes, I have a new dishwasher coming. That’ll teach my appliances, won’t it? Injure me, and you’re out! You will regret messing with me, old dishwasher!