With the only briefest of panic.
See, once upon a time, when I designed and built all the kitchen cabinets and such, the timing was such that, I had a few appliances sitting patiently in the living room, waiting to be installed.
So the process was simple. Dig out the instructions, see how big the opening had to be, built it to that size, and shove the thing in the hole.
Fast forward roughly fourteen years, we start shopping for a new dishwasher, and suddenly it looks like my hole ain’t big enough.
Sorry, that didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean.
For the Miele that’s still sitting in there (and I tried it again, it doesn’t want to take in any water, and whatever is in there immediately gets pumped out) installation instructions called for an opening of 600mm. Or 60 centimeters. That’s roughly 23 and five eights. I think. Don’t care. Metric is considerably less confusing in these cases, trust me.
Nowadays of course, there’s a plethora of information on the net, so when we started to see that the machine that we were kind of liking wasn’t going to fit, there were a few moments of, shall we say? consternation??
But then today, I thought I would do a little more recon work, and stopped by a couple places where I would never buy an appliance (or a lawn mower for that matter).
And lo and behold, it turns out that indeed, the engineers (or whatever they call themselves) were leaving lots of leeway. I even found and printed out a section of the specs to show Travelling Companion, just so we’d both be on the same page.
Same page, get it?
OK, I won’t do that again. I promise.
I couldn’t manage to direct her to this type of information when she was on the computer last night, because for some reason that is beyond me, her internet surfing abilities are mysteriously lacking. And this is a woman who spent that last several decades at a computer. But, I suppose when you’re the Director Of Finance, the only kind of information you’re trying to sniff out, is whether your Comptrollers are trying to pull a fast one.
Internet? Forget it. I try to just “let it go”, and not get to the point where my head is about to explode, (or grab the mouse away from her) so most of the time I’ll just try and sort it out later. By myself.
If you chose not to click on that rather sad link above, I’ll save you the trouble. The minimum opening is 600 mm. I have that. We’re good.
Now I just have to order the thing and pay for it which, at this stage of the game, will start to feel like the easiest part.
Oh, almost forgot. We’re also in the throws of trying to figure out what to put in the bathroom when I do a remodel.
One thing at a time, so first it’ll be what will go on the floor.
We brought home a couple slabs of whatever that is. Some sort of “porcelain stoneware”. Your guess is as good as mine.
I hate these decisions. I like both of those examples, so I tend to just “go with the flow”.
“Oh, I like that one too.” is one of my little catch phrases. It’s safer that way. I try not to overdo it, so as not to give away my position, which is mostly that of complete indifference.
And really? Just order the sh*t and I’ll install it! As long as it’s not some Gawd awful stuff, I really couldn’t care less.
Again, stay tuned.
Keep your powder dry.
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