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Does anybody else have a dishwasher that periodically blooms all over in black algae or is it mold? That thing of running the washer now and then with a load of vinegar in it doesn't prevent it, though it seems to make the process slower.
I've taken apart what I could, so far, and scrubbed everything with bleach water (I know, you're not supposed to put bleach into a dishwasher, but I washed the parts outside the dishwasher so the rubber bits wouldn't get (much) exposure, and not using bleach has done nothing for me. But I am stymied by the screen at the bottom of the dishwasher which needs washing at least as much as the rest of the machine if not more, or maybe it should be replaced. It will not budge. I have removed all the things that were connected to the top of it and I have removed the visible screws, but neither turning nor rocking nor lifting straight up has an effect, and for obvious reasons I don't feel that I can put all my strength into wrenching it out.
For added hilarity, the Sears website does not admit that my model exists, and their telephone line appears to connect to R'lyeh. The recording says: "Drge'zhum'...gwump'shwawndruk...shtlum..." and a human voice interjects occasional bits of non-helpful non-information before dissolving into clicks and grunts. I am not making this up. My phone is demoralized by this and flashes me a screen asking if I would like to give the mysterious entities a text message or initiate a hangout. For the love of mercy, no! I cry, and terminate the call.
The phone meanwhile has an urgent agenda of its own. I do not understand what it has been trying to tell me the last week. It keeps "notifying me," as far as I can tell, of nothing. I have gone through every menu I can find and I have turned off notifications for email, chat messages, download completions, updates pending, leaving, supposedly, only notifications for text messages. I have as my notification alert sound a very pleasant bird chirping file that can appearently go on for ten minutes without exactly repeating itself. But this is not desirable at half-hour intervals commencing at two o'clock in the morning, when in fact there appears to be nothing nothing nothing anywhere. Not a new text message: not an email: not a chat message: not activity in my account: not a download initiated or completed: not an update. Just a cheerfully insistent telephone with a (clearly somewhat deranged) mind of its own.
I finished a draft of a thing yesterday, but I think it needs another pass before I submit it. It's meant to be a first conteact story but as it stands I think some people might not notice. I began to look at the other thing that's to be submitted today, but mostly I have been battling mold and begging for enlightenment from inanimate objects.
Oh, and ruining my breakfast, but I already talked about that.
On another front, the dog decided she did not approve of my walk itinerary and brought us home. At least we had two tiny walks, though.
Oh, but there was a good thing today! On our first tiny walk we found that a pinr true had fallen over at "the apartments" (as if they were the only apartments in the neighborhood). That's not the good thing. I asked the supervisor of the crew grnding up the tree if I could have a couple branches. So now I have a wreath on the door jamb and some wee pine branches surrounding my wee spruce seedling which sits in a green wooden bucket on a silver platter. It actually looks cute.
I've taken apart what I could, so far, and scrubbed everything with bleach water (I know, you're not supposed to put bleach into a dishwasher, but I washed the parts outside the dishwasher so the rubber bits wouldn't get (much) exposure, and not using bleach has done nothing for me. But I am stymied by the screen at the bottom of the dishwasher which needs washing at least as much as the rest of the machine if not more, or maybe it should be replaced. It will not budge. I have removed all the things that were connected to the top of it and I have removed the visible screws, but neither turning nor rocking nor lifting straight up has an effect, and for obvious reasons I don't feel that I can put all my strength into wrenching it out.
For added hilarity, the Sears website does not admit that my model exists, and their telephone line appears to connect to R'lyeh. The recording says: "Drge'zhum'...gwump'shwawndruk...shtlum..." and a human voice interjects occasional bits of non-helpful non-information before dissolving into clicks and grunts. I am not making this up. My phone is demoralized by this and flashes me a screen asking if I would like to give the mysterious entities a text message or initiate a hangout. For the love of mercy, no! I cry, and terminate the call.
The phone meanwhile has an urgent agenda of its own. I do not understand what it has been trying to tell me the last week. It keeps "notifying me," as far as I can tell, of nothing. I have gone through every menu I can find and I have turned off notifications for email, chat messages, download completions, updates pending, leaving, supposedly, only notifications for text messages. I have as my notification alert sound a very pleasant bird chirping file that can appearently go on for ten minutes without exactly repeating itself. But this is not desirable at half-hour intervals commencing at two o'clock in the morning, when in fact there appears to be nothing nothing nothing anywhere. Not a new text message: not an email: not a chat message: not activity in my account: not a download initiated or completed: not an update. Just a cheerfully insistent telephone with a (clearly somewhat deranged) mind of its own.
I finished a draft of a thing yesterday, but I think it needs another pass before I submit it. It's meant to be a first conteact story but as it stands I think some people might not notice. I began to look at the other thing that's to be submitted today, but mostly I have been battling mold and begging for enlightenment from inanimate objects.
Oh, and ruining my breakfast, but I already talked about that.
On another front, the dog decided she did not approve of my walk itinerary and brought us home. At least we had two tiny walks, though.
Oh, but there was a good thing today! On our first tiny walk we found that a pinr true had fallen over at "the apartments" (as if they were the only apartments in the neighborhood). That's not the good thing. I asked the supervisor of the crew grnding up the tree if I could have a couple branches. So now I have a wreath on the door jamb and some wee pine branches surrounding my wee spruce seedling which sits in a green wooden bucket on a silver platter. It actually looks cute.
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