When we remodeled the kitchen in Magnolia, we installed all new appliances, so we had some leftovers. What better new home for them than the cabin? The fridge went into the brewhaus (brewers can never have too many fridges); the stove slid right in replacing the 40 year-old one; but the dishwasher didn’t slide right in.
Have you seen the video?
Even with the half-day it took to rip out the cabinets, there’s no way this job would have taken an hour, even by the reasonably competent home handyman I like to think I am.
I thought I would be able to undo a few screws and slide out the cabinets. Well, there were more than enough screws, but even after their removal, the cabinets were rock solid. Further inspection revealed that the cabinets had been screwed in from the top. Short of removing the counter, there was no way to take them out without destroying them. So I destroyed them.
Then I had to find power and water. Actually that part went pretty much according to plan. Next I had to install a drain in the plumbing under the sink. The old dishwasher drain hose had been damaged de-installation, so I had to get a new one. Trip #1 to Home Depot in Wenatchee (40 miles away). So I picked up a “universal” dishwasher drain hose, as well as the new under-sink plumbing I needed. When I got back, I realized that “universal” doesn’t always mean universal. I’d have to go to plan B, which meant going to a GE service shop in Wenatchee for a new one. In the meantime, I’d get the dishwasher in place.
That all went reasonably well until I had to cut some shims to line things up. The shims were pretty small, and it’s always tricky using a Skil saw on small pieces of wood. I was careful and cut a one of them, but something caused the saw to attack me on the second one. I still don’t know exactly what happened, but this was the result.
The saw cut through my fingernail and the tip of my finger. Yikes! For a while I thought that Philomena would have a friend in the family. It turned out OK after the pain and blood subsided, and no medical attention was sought.
The trip to the GE service place was less than satisfying. The dipshit woman behind the counter demanded to know the model and serial number of the dishwasher in question. DSW- There are hundreds of variations of dishwashers, don’t you know? Me- How many drain hoses are there? DSW-Well, only a couple. Me- Can I see them? DSW- We only have one in stock. (DSW reluctantly got off her ass and pulled one off a shelf.) Me- Wrong one. Any other ideas? DSW- No. Me- (Under my breath)Thanks for nothing.
So back at Home Depot, I picked up some heat-shrink tubing to splice a new connector on to the old drain hose.
That plan went well until I got a bit carried away with the torch I was using to on the heat-shrink. I melted the tube I was trying to splice! Damn. This time, at least, I didn’t have to go all the way to Wenatchee. I got the stuff I needed in Leavenworth (17 miles away).
So now I managed to get everything together without breaking or burning anything. Started a cycle of the dishwasher, and nothing’s leaking. Cool! That is until the drain cycle began. The anti-siphon airlock I had so carefully installed was spraying water all over the place. I had swapped the hoses. Big one to big inlet, small one to small. It all looked reasonable to me. But I was wrong. More fitting swapping and cursing ensued, but I prevailed. Now everything is working, nothing is leaking, and I’m not bleeding.
So tonight I finally get to relax at the cabin. That was the original purpose of the place, right!?