Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

I Hate Appliances!

Any increase in consumer spending is because of us. Right now – unfortunately – we’re boosting the economy single-handedly.

All of our kitchen appliances decided to die at the same time. I swear they’re in cahoots with each other.

Hey! What's all the rucus about?!

First the range went. Okay, it was 20 years old, but it was an all-in-one stove/oven/microwave, so that meant two new units. And a big patch of unfinished bare wall now exposed between the two.

Which means we have to redo the entire section  between the upper and lower cabinets around the entire work side of the kitchen. Trust me, we have no other option.

They tell me this will be good for resale. I’ll hold on to that thought.

Then I discovered lakes developing in the refrigerator. Both of the frozen and unfrozen varieties. The fridge had reached the end of its 10-12 year life….in 9 years.

Not to be outdone, the dishwasher started making weird straining sounds, and nothing coming out of it had that sparkling look that it should.

All. At. Once.

See what I mean? Cahoots. There must be Appliance Retirement Meetings going on in here after dark that we can’t even fathom.

Daisy using me as a perch to look out the window from the bed.

The stove and microwave have been installed; stove’s fine, microwave is too high. The cabinet above it is too small (it was purchased to suit the previous unit) and needs to be replaced. Which means another visit by the installer/electrician, which means another fee.

The fridge, so far, is doing fine. However, the cabinet above it is too big and has to be replaced. Apparently, they tell us, fridges are now bigger than they used to be nine years ago. Huh.

There is a BIG gaping hole where the dishwasher should be. Why, you ask? Because this 50 year old house was built by one of those rapid-fire crooked builders who put homes up faster than rabbits multiply. He’s been sued multiple times.

The major dishwasher plumbing pipe was plopped into the cement slab in a weird place so that only GE and Frigidaire products can fit in the space. We bought a Kitchen Aid. I LOVED this new unit. But yesterday the installer, who tried and tried to make it work, could simply not fit this beautiful dishwasher around the stupid pipe. It would cost $5,000 to move it 3 inches.

I want the economy to recover, but not that badly.

So back it went, and we now have a nasty gap in the cabinets where the dishwasher should be. Which means an unexpected trip back to the appliance store to pay big bucks for a dishwasher I don’t even want. On a weekend with no sales. Wonderful.

Daisy was a trooper thought all the deliveries. The gratuitous photos here are of her during the various deliveries. I kept her in the master bedroom while DH stayed with the delivery and installation guys. She was On Guard, growled a bit, barked a bit more, but mostly she was just doin’ her curious canine thing. She did herself proud.

I need an Advil.


Daisy’s Discovery of the Mirror World

How can you be in there and behind me at the same time?

It seems like Daisy thinks she’s discovered an alternate universe in the reflection of our oven door. 🙂

As I was preparing dinner, I looked over and saw Daisy standing perfectly still, staring into the empty oven. Or at least I thought she was staring into the oven – she seemed transfixed by the plain black surface.

Then I realized that she was standing at a slight angle, and that her head in the reflection  was angled up toward me! Could she really have been watching me through the reflective oven surface?

So I waved at her – or rather, at the oven door. Her ears were perked up as she seemed to be trying to comprehend this odd but peculiarly familiar Otherworld that existed in our kitchen. She didn’t flinch; she stood frozen in place. I smiled and waved a couple more times, and then she started to get it – she slowly wagged just the tip of her tail at this Oven Door Phantom.

Then I said “hello” to her as I waved; she looked back at me, looked into the glass, and then started wagging her tail with more enthusiasm. I guess she finally realized there was no Stranger Danger in that Oven Door Phantom!

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