Dishwasher

I LOVE MY DISHWASHER! Marshall and Sam installed it on Tuesday with a few pointers from GoPa. I finally had enough dishes loaded in it yesterday to justify the electricty and water it takes to operate the appliance. Utilizing the dishwasher falls under my plan of taking time to smell the roses. Instead of spending 30 to 40 minutes washing, rinsing, drying and putting away the dishes after lunch, I was able to begin reading John Sanford's newest novel.

Since this was the Whirlpool's maiden voyage, I checked for water leaks the first few times I heard water whooshing around inside the dishwasher. Marshall and Sam passed the test because it worked like a charm. I will forever be in their debt for all the manly chores they tend to for me. The guys had to remove four drawers in order to install the dishwasher. The utensils and some other kitchen necessities are currently stored in a couple of paper sacks and a Rubbermaid tub. Dennis and Marshall are going to build a cabinet to house the four drawers so I won't lose any storage space.

Alas! Old habits die hard. I ended up hand-washing the breakfast dishes this morning. It might take a little longer than I expected to fall into the habit of hiding dirty dishes in the dish washer.