Our house is reminding me of the two-year-old Chevy we bought in the late 80’s that quickly got us introduced to every tow truck driver in town.

So.

Still waiting on the Speed Queen dealer to answer my I’m-no-longer-asking re dryer replacement. I sent off a firm note yesterday. A few hours later:

E:24, it said, and being the Bosch of us refused to go any further.

I cleaned the dishwasher filter again. I turned it off again. On again. Reboot.

It worked up to the same point as last night and then for the third time, that same error code. And we have our dairy-allergic daughter in town for a few days and really really don’t want cross-contamination happening–we need that dishwasher.

Not draining, explained their troubleshooter page, asking, Did you recently get a new disposal? Then the installer didn’t remove the cap.

No, but we had the entire plumbing under the kitchen sink replaced October 15.

Richard had no doubt that was it before I’d even Googled.

I didn’t remember the name of the plumber nor could I find his workup sheet. I was sweating this.

Yay blog: I found the date. Yay plumber: he’d sent me an email receipt.

I called, and if you know me you know how desperate I am to get this done to do that, but thankfully the person who answered had a deep voice and we muddled through.

The work had a 30 day warranty.

The guy hedged. I said point blank, Having it nineteen days out of warranty on an eight hundred dollar job bites.

He sounded almost relieved, like I’d just made up his mind for him, and said he’d send a guy out to do diagnosis first thing in the morning, no charge. He said something else, and I couldn’t make it out, and I am hoping hard for no surprises.

So we have to be ready for a repair guy at 8 a.m. who might not get here till close to when I have to leave for the eye doctor’s but Richard will be here and they’re coming.