It's going on three weeks now. Three weeks without a working dishwasher. Even taking turns with the handwash, I do believe I've spent the last month of my life standing at the kitchen sink. It's a lot of dishes, cooking and feeding this family of nine - three meals a day, all from scratch. whew! We've had technician after technician come out to service this one year old and still under warranty dishwasher. (I won't say the brand, but let's just say it sounds like "botch.") Six months ago, a new control panel. This morning, a new motor. And we're still taking turns handwashing dishes because that machine's still not working. Another visit scheduled for Friday morning, my dishpan fingers are crossed.
Counting days. That's what we seem to be doing around here. I'm counting...
:: 3 weeks without a dishwasher
:: 10 days until a 7th birthday, reckoned by the red paper chain hanging on the kitchen calendar
:: 40 days of lenten springtime, a watercolored path drying countertop, marking the days of our journey
:: 3 weeks until those next two jars of fire cider are ready for sipping
:: 6 skeins of wool-silk for a new knitting project, 2 down and 4 more to go
:: 3 weeks without a dishwasher - Oh wait. I already said that.