Isolationism

The past few days have been quiet on here, but only because I haven’t been posting recordings of the cuss-fest that was installing our Christmas gift from my brother Doug: a new dishwasher (in a kitchen that seems to have been specifically designed to thwart any attempt at containing one). As funds are a bit tight I opted for the torturous self-installation route.

The dishwasher itself was actually pretty easy to do; it was disassembling half the kitchen casework to cut pieces down to size and rerouting a ventilation duct that caused the difficulty (and the several hundred small abrasions all over my now-arthritic hands). After one horrible mis-measurement (which was thankfully on the happy side of error, meaning I had to cut again instead of breaking out a bottle of glue) everything came together beautifully considering the challenge of the task, and our inaugural run tonight went very smoothly; it’s barely louder than the fridge compressor (which is pretty damn quiet). Colour me impressed.

I’m grateful to Doug for the gift. Thanks, bro. Merry Christmas.