Handymann

I spent a couple of hours today in the guts of our dishwasher. We've actually bought the same GE Nautilus "PowerScrub" twice now.

We bought one in university, splitting it 6 ways and paying it off monthly. When we all graduated, my parents bought it off us.

Anyway, there was a bunch of standing water in the bottom, probably from 2 years of not worrying about rinsing and not changing the filters. I unscrewed all the filter traps (annoying -- they were screws with hex heads, so I had to use my little wrench), sucked out all the water using a squeeze bottle, and cleaned off the filters.

I'm running it now, with only a couple of glasses in it, to see if it will drain properly, plus clean out the yucky smell from the standing water.

It's funny -- whenever I do "handy" work, I always think of my Dad. He is the biggest handyman around, having built/rebuilt/refurbished our house on Bowen, as well as building our A-frame cabin in the Cariboo from scratch.

I'm not really that handy. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, but mechanical or wood oriented stuff really isn't my forte. But I can tear through the insides of a computer no problem. As long as I don't have to do any actual electric work -- I got 0% in electronics in high school. Yup, zero. It was the first year that everyone got electives, so you did a couple of weeks of everything. Electronics was split with computer drafting, which I got 150% in, because I finished after a couple of days, then was essentially a teachers aide for the rest of the class, helping other people.

None of my electronic doo-hickeys worked at all. The teacher told me to start over, and I did, but the end result also didn't work, and he couldn't explain it either.

Don't even get me started on the sewing class...