Stamps-With-Foot hates doing the dishes. She has about as much appreciation for dirty plates as the Dali Llama does for Chairman Mao… Since moving into our 1928 wonder, we (mostly she) has been hand washing the pots, pans, silverware and plates and letting them dry on our limited counter-top space. When discussing kitchen options a dishwasher was her number one priority. There was some huffing and foot tapping… I did as commanded and cut out a cabinet beside the sink (GOD! It hurt to alter the original cabinetry!), planned for plumbing and wiring, worked out the floor build up, cut access holes, made trim pieces, marked off measurements, etc…
For insurance reasons, I brought in an electrician to run the new power line back to the panel and while he was there, I had him install three outlets above the counter (there were none), move the stove power line and add a receptacle for our future over the stove microwave. That sounds fairly simple, but there was some drywall to remove, some 420 time, weird access issues, and a stove cord he drilled through… It took him two visits over a three week period to complete the needed work. The plumber (I don’t plumb, I suck at it and old galvanized pipes scare me!) was easier to get a hold of, a nice guy, knew his stuff, and completed his part – two valves and line installation – in just a single morning. I do recommend the later type of contractor instead of the former!
So, after maybe 6 hours of my labor and $1200 (washer price + craftsmen), my wife now has a dishwasher and lots of outlets to plug crap into. Now, I can get on with the rest of the kitchen remodel – 9 feet of new cabinet build and installation. I won’t need any additional professional assistance, so hopefully the rest goes smoothly and quickly.
Thank you baby! The first night I used the dishwasher was absolute Heaven. I loaded it, started it, and sat back to watch TV for an hour while the dishes washed themselves! It’s magic I tell you!