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  • Other than trim and a little tile work, the kitchen project is done.
    • We’re still working on getting our trim package.  The company that made our cabinets will take our trim and some maple plywood, then stain the trim to match the cabinets, as well as stain and cut the plywood to make the kickboards for the lower cabinets.  We just have to find time to go pick out appropriate trim and get it to the factory in Indiana.
  • I’d like to thank the engineer at Maytag who decided to put “How to safely wire in an appliance electrical cord when your house wiring is six inches too short for your dishwasher” into the installation manual.
  • I have figured out another of Irish Woman’s innate, magical abilities:  She can, without effort or knowledge, pick out the most expensive, Rube Goldberg thing in a given store for me to purchase, assemble, and install.
  • I’m not going to say that the new light fixture over the kitchen sink is bright, but I’m pretty sure I could see my bones when I held my hand up to block the glare.
  • Amazon messed up an order for me, and refunded my money without asking me to ship the item back.  I ordered a coffee/chicory blend, because coffee should be dark and bitter, and they sent me six bags of 100% chicory.  I don’t think I’ve ever had that before.  I’ll have to brew up a pot and see how it goes.
    • If this works out, I may have a new monkey for the troop that’s made camp on my back.
  • The local fish wrap has started beating the drum about how evil the NRA and its members are, including using editorial cartoons depicting crucified children.  Remind me to have their organization cited for littering the next time an unwanted wad of pulped old growth forest is left at the end of my driveway.
    • Alternately, I could put them all in a metal box with holes punched in the lid, let them ferment for a few months in the sun and rain (they give me new provender for this experiment every weekend, and sometimes on Wednesdays), then deliver it to their offices personally.  Maybe then they’d learn what “I wouldn’t read your dreck if it were the last thing printed in English” means.
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  1. John in Philly

     /  May 17, 2016

    We installed the dishwasher with two thoughts to service.
    We used a plug instead of hard wiring.
    We used a braided metal sleeved washing machine hose.
    Both the electrical and water connections are long enough to pull the dishwasher out and test it if it needs service.
    Both of these points are probably a little late to help you.

    The joy of finishing a major project is slightly dimmed by the sight of the next project. (and after enough years in the same house, doing some projects again)

    • I used the braided hose too. I am under no illusion that I won’t have to pull this thing out at some point.

      Funny you should mention revisiting old projects.

  2. Roy

     /  May 17, 2016

    You must be talking about the Louisville Courier Journal.

    Oh how the mighty have fallen. You know, the CJ used to be one of the country’s top ten newspapers. It has always been a liberal rag, but since the Binghams sold it to Gannet, it’s just gotten worse – a lot worse. Now, it’s just another form of the USA today with more ads. (Indeed, the ad to content ratio is so bad nowadays, the stupid paper should be free.)

    I cancelled my subscription over 20 years ago and have never looked back.

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