I have an aversion to change. I don’t like it when things I love wear out. Like our dishwasher, now almost 30 years old. The truth is, it’s been wearing out for a long time now. It hasn’t worked properly for the last 1o years, but we learned to live with it. When the wash cycle ended, it kept going. We’d have to set a timer each time, then crack the door open to stop it from running again. And the door hinge was broken. The door would fall hard, but I learned to catch it against my leg each time I opened it. I was happy to live with those inconveniences because I didn’t want a new shiny thing in my kitchen.
But this year, John “surprised” me with a new dishwasher for Christmas. He ordered it in November. It was finally delivered last week. I tried to tell him I didn’t need a new dishwasher, I was perfectly happy with this old one, my friend. He did not listen.
We don’t really even use the dishwasher when it’s just the two of us here. Sigh.
Here is the newcomer. It won’t match the cabinets. They don’t make them like that anymore. It’s shiny and fancy and ultra quiet. I won’t have to set a timer anymore, or catch the door when it falls. It’s going to take some getting used to.