| Springtime comes to the Valley (behind Methodist Church on Broadview, Lewiston) |
The
other day I saw Mike carrying the space heater from his office to storage. “Oh-oh,”
I said to myself, and sure enough, the seasonable temps we had enjoyed suddenly
dipped into cooler temps and early spring rains. This is Idaho, you know
– or close enough – and it’s too soon to count on consistency. A cheery fire
burns in the little stove this morning, sending welcome warmth into the house.
Followers
may wonder if we ever replaced the problematic Kenmore /
Whirlpool dishwasher. No – not yet. While I’ve moved beyond the disappointment of having
purchased a lemon, Mike is still disgruntled.
| Daffodils finally bloom |
“Our
first dishwasher was a portable,” said Mike, speaking of his growing-up years
in Mississippi. “It would break, and Dad would fix it.”
I’m
not sure Mike should compete with his dad on this issue. Times have changed. I
really think the days of “dad fixing it” are about over, but whatever . . .
But
the other issue in the back of my mind is that I’m not sure we can do better. I’ve
read review after review about machine after machine, and there isn’t a model with
consistently good reviews. I know – they say that mean people will sabotage product
ratings by writing poor reviews for the fun of it, but having had a bad experience,
I can relate to the problems reported, including: failure to clean dishes,
trouble with mother board, poor customer service, delayed response (or no
response) from repair service, costly repairs, and continued issues despite
repair. It’s enough to make me think twice.
| Daffodils -- and the promise of more blooms |
So,
Mike pulled the dishwasher out – again – and we checked it over. We identified
nothing because we know nothing. We pushed it back, and then it wouldn’t come
on at all, so we pulled it back out. Mike fiddled with connections again, and
we just left it extended from the counter for a week while I continued to use
it. If I tried long enough, I could eventually get it to run. Mike checked
connections again, and when it would run consistently, he carefully pushed it
back under the counter.
Meanwhile,
it seems to run with a bit more vigor, but I still don’t trust it. I keep my
soapy sponge at the sink and clean the dishes as I load them. I also examine
them as I take them out.
And
that’s where we are today. KW