This is what my kitchen looked like exactly 24 hours after our dishwasher unceremoniously died and poured water all over the kitchen floor. The Engineer went to work trying to fix it but we had to accept that the end of it's workable life has come.
I tried to convince people that paper plates were a viable option during this dishwasher free, painful period of our lives but no one was having any of it. They kept using dishes and glasses despite my logical arguments. Oh well, guess what folks, go ahead use whatever you want, but I'm not listening to the whining when your washing all this crap by hand. And just so we're clear on this matter before us, I'm not washing any of it. They did clean it up themselves and if they whined I never heard it because I made sure I wasn't home to witness it.
The Engineer spent the weekend researching and shopping for a new dishwasher. Last Wednesday we picked it up and it was immediately installed. After it was installed it ran for four loads in a row before you could see the counters again. There isn't an appliance in this house that rests on it's laurels. We are a household accustomed to luxury. Many would argue that a dishwasher is a luxury item, and I can't say I disagree, but when you've spent your whole life with one your perception is definitely coming from a different place.
Maybe the end of it's life hasn't arrived. Yesterday morning someone pulled up in front of our house and loaded that dishwasher into the back of their pickup truck. It made me happy.
