Our dishwasher had been sporadically leaking out onto the kitchen floor. In the past few weeks, I've just been shoving a towel under it and trying to ignore the fact that I could ring out that towel in the morning. I thought that this would be a good time for us to pull it out and see what was going on.
There had been a lot of bad things going on behind there. Very, very bad things. It's likely that it has been leaking for much longer than a few weeks and the moisture had resulted in mold which had eaten it's way down the nearby cabinets. Who knew. Ugh. It's a good thing that we looked. I can just imagine the cabinets crumbling in the middle of the night and awaking to the sound of dishes broken all over the floor.
So up came the well worn, thorn-in-my-flesh white vinyl floor. (Can't say I was too sad about that.) Out went the old rusty dishwasher. On went the scrubbing and the chemical treatments and new lumber. Then came the scraping, sweeping, priming, choosing a new floor and then returning those floor tiles at 6:30 in the morning due to the changing of the mind, cutting, shopping for the new dishwasher, and installing the thing after another trip back to the hardware store. Whew!! Enough of this Labor Day stuff. I'm ready to get back to my regular work.