Angela Law

animal lover, gardener, knitter, and gourmet cook
 
auto, household stuff

dishwasher=fixed

The repair guy came on Monday to take a look at the dishwasher. Of course, he had to order a part (we all saw this coming, didn’t we?). Luckily, the part arrived today and he fixed it today, so my dishwasher is back in working order. And, by ‘the part’, I mean a new motor. The motor seal on the dishwasher was leaking and the only way to fix it was to replace the motor. So, I guess I will be adding Frigidaire to my list of companies to boycott (They’re right up there with Dodge…Brian got a recall notice for his truck today. The upper ball joints for the front wheels might fail and the wheels might fall off while he’s driving. How nice. At least Dodge is footing the bill for this one).

But getting back to the point, I know I use my dishwasher a lot, but shouldn’t a motor last more than four years? The cost to repair the dishwasher was over 1/3 of the price we paid for it. Granted it was cheaper to fix than to buy a new dishwasher, but I think if this happens again, we’re going to have to seriously think about replacing it.

Let the dishwashing commence!

weather

my second haiku

Even more than snow
I do not like frigid temps
It is too damned cold.

weather

frosty the monday

When I checked the temperature this morning it was minus two. Minus two. That’s the actual temperature, not the wind chill factor. This is the sort of thing I’d expect to see in January, not in December. That is one of the many reasons why January sucks.

That’s all I have to say.

holidays, jake

jaded

At some point in the past 10 years I started viewing holidays through jade-colored glasses. I’m not sure how or when this happened, but I believe it was a slow progression brought on by marriage and having twice as much family to contend with. When it comes down to it, I tend to have a good time wherever we spend the holidays, but the stress of thinking about all of the running around does me in beforehand.

But, then there are days like today…Last Christmas, Jacob was bemoaning the fact that he didn’t have a Christmas tree for his bedroom. My father caught wind of this and picked him up a little artificial tree after the holidays. This morning, Brian and Jacob picked out and cut down our tree. While we were putting it up, I suggested that he decorate his tree. We got it all set up on a table, put on the lights, and he came out to the living room periodically and picked the ornaments he wanted to hang on his tree. On one of his trips, he exclaimed, “This is the best day of my life!” This even made me, the jaded holiday queen, smile (for more than a few minutes at that). Just wait till Christmas, kiddo. I guess this is one of the benefits of having a child–they can make you remember how much and why you enjoyed the holidays in the first place.