You know how sometimes you make plans, carefully laid out plans, and nothing goes according to those plans? You know how sometimes it seems there is an evil troll who spends all of his time just messing up your plans? Yep. They do exist, those evil trolls.
A little more than a month ago, I decided it was time to replace my dishwasher. So I Googled, I researched, I made my choice. Then I went to the store I almost always go to for appliances and such, and requested they order the machine of my choice for me. They accommodated my request and a little more than a week later they delivered said machine to my house. Two days later my installer came to remove the old machine
which, by the way, I was not unhappy to see go. It was the machine that came with the house and dishes had to be thoroughly rinsed before they were put into it or they would not come out clean. But at least they’d been washed in very hot water. Anyway, this machine was successfully removed and deposited on the apron of the garage for future disposal. Then the process of installing the new machine – two hours later, we could not get the new machine into the space, no matter what we did, yet the measurements said it should go in. Further inspection detected damage not easily seen – the front frame was bent. Call to the store, who promptly stated they would order a new one and pick this one up. Thank you, I appreciate that. That left me with this space
and the need to hand wash dishes – horrors!
Another week passed, and I got a call from the store. Yes, the replacement dishwasher had arrived, but alas, it was also damaged. This time it was the back legs that were bent. Methinks the warehouses these machines spend time in need to examine the capabilities of their employees. At least the damage was detected before it was delivered, and a replacement for the replacement was ordered. The space remained. Dishes were washed by hand – not an insurmountable task, certainly, but I firmly believe that takes more water because they’re done once or twice a day rather than every three or four days, and the water is not as hot as in the dishwasher. Don’t argue with me, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Finally, the third call – this time an undamaged machine was at the store and would be delivered to me. Did I want it Saturday or Monday? Well, Saturday I said I’d be at Train Mountain for a few hours, so I think Monday would be best. And delivered it was, with no detectable problems. The door opened and closed, the racks slid out, we saw no dents, bends or bangs on the frame.
Now at least I had a dishwasher in the kitchen – and happiness! the installer was able to come Tuesday morning. This time, there was no drama, no fanfare. It slid in as needed, got hooked up as needed, was properly attached to the counter as needed, ran though a proper rinse cycle as a test, showing a leak that was readily stopped. Success! Success is sweet!
And so ended what should have been a paragraph but became a short story.
In other thoughts, as I watch the news, I wonder. Gay marriage was upheld by the Supreme Court – and protests immediately begin, or continue, as the case may be. A county clerk refuses to perform a ceremony because of his/her religious beliefs. I wonder – whose rights are being trampled here? When a paid employee holds beliefs that interfere with the performance of the job, who needs to give? It’s my belief that no matter how I feel, what I believe, if my job requires certain actions from me, I should either perform them or find another job.
And vaccinations for kids – I remember that before I could attend school as a very young child, one hundred years ago, my parents had to provide evidence of vaccinations or I would not be allowed in that school. So why now the hullabaloo because California has passed a law requiring vaccinations prior to attendance in a school? Whose rights are being trampled here? The right of the parent who does not believe in vaccines, or the rights of the other people who attend or work at the school?
Maybe we all need to just cool it a little – step back and relax, think about what harm is really being done to us, after all? Perhaps we do not agree with gay marriage, but truly, does it have any affect whatsoever on our lives? And how accurate are those so-called studies that link childhood vaccines to autism? Which risk is greater, which risk could cause serious illness and even death? Step back, use common sense, research, think. Relax!
Despite the paragraph that became a short story, life really is good, life really does hold enough. We are having more heat than we need, with each day being a little hotter than the day before. Mid to upper 90s is more than I need or want, but I guess I should take this heat as an affirmation of my earlier suspicions that, following a warmer than normal winter and spring, we could have a hot summer. I could do without that affirmation, thank you. It seems we need to come up with a way to spread things around – you know, things like rain (so half the country isn’t drowning while the other half burns up), things like heat (so half the country isn’t needing a jacket while the other half wishes it could take just a few more clothing items off), things like wealth, so more than half the world is not struggling while the other less-than-half luxuriates in comfort. Just sayin’.