Found a guy who said he’ll call tomorrow when he has the dishwasher part in. Beats waiting two weeks on Sears.
It wasn’t till hours later that I realized that Sears, on the other hand, would let me return it if it doesn’t make the machine work. Here’s hoping supporting the little guy over the big corporation turns out okay.
Went to open the oven at dinnertime and yelped and then walked around the corner to show Richard what that was all about–holding the door handle out to him, the one from the upper oven, the one that, like the right half of my stove, still works. (We wrestled it back in place. Dinner was inside there–we were motivated.)
And after all this we need to figure out what’s wrong with the leaking fridge, although so far it’s still cold where it needs to be cold.
I think my kitchen is on strike.