The dishwasher cycle continues! And by cycle I mean not the beautiful fill/wash/rinse/dry that used to hum pleasantly beneath my sink (nearly typed “hump leasantly.” I wonder who Leasantly is.), but the grind of hope and failure that characterize the efforts of an untrained home handy-person. My (meaningless) troubles have not resolved themselves as speedily as I suggested the last time I whined. Instead, I have descended into dank pit of bafflement, a condition alleviated not at all by my repeated querying of the wisdom of our fair Internet. The following things are not the problem, and attempting to remedy them has remedied nothing at all:
- The filter
- The soap dispenser door
- The brand of detergent
- The style of detergent
- The spray arms
- The water temperature
- The way I’m loading the top rack
- The way I’m loading the bottom rack
- The amount of vinegar I’ve run through the machine
Don’t think that was a very funny list? Well, neither do I. Here are some other things that are not funny:
- The amount of time I’ve spent in yellow gloves this week
- The number of beverages I’ve enjoyed from dirty glasses
- My increased tolerance for grimy forks
- The disgust with which my friends last night touched the silverware left in my contraption after one of my several experiments in using it to actually clean dishes
So after a week’s frustration, off and on, I think I may have finally found the trouble. Today, in violation of every fiber of respect I have for my appliances, I opened my machine mid-cycle. I expected a flood of water onto my battered wood floor, and was greeted by a host of very dry dishes.
There is almost no water flowing into my dishwasher at all.
Anyone who has ever tried to have his plates dry-cleaned understands why a lack of water would be problematic. The dryness is apparently (according to the ever suggestive Internet) resultant from a busted tube whose name is something along the lines of “input-valve-pump.” This is a part that can be ordered online, delivered to one’s door, and replaced easily by anyone who is not an idiot.
Those of you who have read my blog before know that I am, if nothing else, an idiot. I’m calling my super today; I expect he will have fixed the problem by New Year’s. Whether your care or not, I’ll probably keep you posted.
