Homeowner Horror Story: Breaking Down & Buying a New Dishwasher
By Our Lake Life on Jan 31, 2013
Hi, I’m Back! Whatever I had kicked my butt. I felt like I just needed to crawl into a ball and take a nap. So so happy to be back in the land of the living.
There are certain days when being a homeowner feels like one of the best decisions you ever made. For us Sunday was not one of those days. It all started out like any other morning. Nik and I woke up, made a pot of coffee, and turned on the fireplace.
We have a pellet stove insert in our fireplace, which uses small wooden pellets that drop from a hopper in the top of the fireplace to a small pot, where they burn and produce heat. It turns on with the flip of a switch and can almost heat our entire house. We rarely use our home’s heating system, except at night in the bedrooms. It also has a fully closed front, so when the stove is on, you can’t get near the flames.
Anyway back to the story, we turned on the fireplace as usual and went about or business, made coffee, emptied the dishwasher. Fifteen minutes later I went back in the living room. Smoke began billowing out the heat vents... Rut Row, that doesn’t look good.
I turned it off, took a look and thought I saw the problem. The hopper was releasing the pellets too fast and it couldn’t catch fire. I adjusted, turned it back on... and BOOM. It puffed a cloud of soot and smoke into the living room the likes I had never seen.
Bryan... Bryan... BRYAN!
He must have sensed the house-is-on-fire panic in my voice, because he got out of bed and appeared in the living room quicker than I thought possible. The smoke continued to billow out of the stove, pouring into the living room. We opened all the windows and doors to let the smoke out of the house. It was 7:30 a.m. and about 20 degrees outside.
A few hours later after the smoked had cleared, the stove had cooled down, and the had house warmed up, they pulled the entire stove out of the wall. It’s an insert, which means it sits inside the existing fireplace opening. It can be pulled out, but it’s HEAVY and not that much fun to do. They got to work fixing it and saw that soot had accumulated in the vent pipe, preventing proper airflow.
I bet you’re wondering what all of this has to do with a new dishwasher.
While they were working, I finally got around to finishing up that load of dishes. I have a love-hate relationship with our dishwasher. It’s old and needs to be replaced, but technically it’s still going strong, so other things get fixed and replaced, as the loud, clunky dishwasher keeps chugging along.
Until that very morning when I turned it on... and the water began pouring out of the door. It was a FLOOD. Eight towels later, and me erupting into a fit of laughter, because there was nothing to do about it. We figured out something had clogged the drain.
Now four hours after the fact. The house still had a faint odor of smoke, the floors were covered in soot, and the kitchen floor was flooded. I had had it.
I did what any rationale person would do. Fed up and tired, I looked online to make a giant impulse purchase. First I tried Lowes, no luck—everything was too expensive or downright ugly. Then I tried Sears and found this beauty of a dishwasher. It had all the things we were looking for. It was stainless steal, sleek looking, and had top panel controls. It had good reviews and a great price. I yelled to Bryan, “I found a new dishwasher, it’s $399.” He yelled back, "Buy it, I’m sick of fixing stuff.” And that’s how I finally broke down and bought a new dishwasher. It should be here in about two weeks. I can’t wait and neither can my dish pan hands!blog comments powered by Disqus