Eddie and Toni Louise seem to be feeling some better with the itching skin. Toni gets another bath today. Yesterday when Eddie got his, Mr. BoJangles pitched such a fit that I gave in and bathed him, too.
He was as awful as he was the last time I bathed him when he decided to bite me. He bit me again and once again, I bit back. I am beginning to think Spawn of Satan might have been an appropriate name for him. When he is bad, he is very bad. Then he can be very sweet and cuddly for as long as 10 minutes. Right this minute he is curled up, asleep on my feet.
Speaking of bathing things, let's talk about the dishwasher. I have had many dishwashers in my past. Never one as difficult as this one, though. Beyond the dragging it to the sink and plugging it in and hooking up the water hose. That was simple enough. It is the array of push buttons on the inside of the door and the instruction manual. The instructions leave much to be desired. Seems you have to push those buttons in the right sequence and end with a double push to one. Weird symbols on the buttons and the manual might as well be written in a foreign language. What happened to simple instructions and words like on and off?
HeWho jumped right in to wash the first load. I was on the phone with my son and the sounds coming from the kitchen did not sound promising. I heard water rushing into the machine, as HeWho said he didn't really know what he did, but it worked.
Later I unloaded the machine and put the dishes away. The very few dishes he had in the machine. The man cannot efficiently load a dishwasher, a moving van, or a suitcase. He has no sense of space.
You may be wondering about the dishwasher hider island I commissioned and swore to wait for before I would allow use of the dishwasher. It is about 75% done. More than I could have reasonably hope for, I suppose. I will be the one painting it, just waiting for the elusive trim. He even installed the tip out door for the trash receptacle. Progress.
Back to the machine itself. After the initial wash, I loaded the next load. Two days worth of dishes for the two of us. No pots and pans or using the top rack to hold only a colander and nothing else. I hooked it up and was ready to turn it on. I tried to read the instructions, then texted the man who ran the first load. "Just follow the directions in the user manual." he said to me smugly. I punched buttons just like it told me to and nothing happened. HeWho finally came in and got it going.
It seemed to take forever and I couldn't use the sink for over 2 hours. Fortunately I had a lasagna in the freezer I could pop into the oven. Next day, I unloaded the dishwasher and put the dishes away. They looked and felt clean, but I had been the one to load and I rinse before I load.
On the third load, I loaded most and HeWho "helped". He does not rinse the food off first, saying "clever" things like "it's a dishwasher, it should take care of it". Since it ties up the sink, we decided to run it after supper. Once again we had a hard time getting it started. At one point it said ECO, which we took to mean economy. Hewho said I had already washed them, so that should work.
It did not. Next day I opened it to find that the detergent did not dissolve. It was laying on the door. The compartment opened, but there it lay. Of course the dishes were not clean. HeWho ran it again and the detergent was still in a glob on the door. I filled the sink with hot soapy water and unloaded the dishes and washed them by hand in a highly annoyed state of mind.
I discovered that the sprayer mechanism was still attached to the top rack with two ties from shipping. I had assumed (and we all know what they say about that) that my husband, who neglects to rinse the dishes before loading had made sure that everything was in working order BEFORE he loaded the first load. That could have had something to do with the condition of the dishes. That and I don't think the water got hot enough. If ECO means economy, maybe the heater in the dishwasher did not come on.
So, for now, I have a spiffy island still in need of finishing and a machine that is tucked away in the belly of the island and I am still washing dishes with my own two hands.