Good evening everyone...
Last week was a week of bizarre repairs. The oven went. The microwave went. The wire on the coffee urn started arcing and sparking.
It could have been worse. I am not certain, but I think that the oven is older than the kids. I was really worried that there would be no parts available to replace a broken piece. I had great fears of "it is a $10 part, but no one has made it for 10 years. You have to replace the oven." It was a $10 part, but it was just a wire. The oven works again.
I am not sure what happened with the microwave. The only thing I know is that RCA is willing to replace the parts for free, as it is still under warranty. I have to ship it to them, pay to ship it back, and tack on a few extra dollars for the return shipping so that they could insure it. I have to pay labour. After all that money, it is easier to replace the microwave. Conveniently, a friend is getting rid of a microwave, so this could work out for the best. By the way, do not buy an RCA microwave. This microwave was new. A microwave should last more than four months.
The wire on the coffee urn went. The urn would only work if the wire came in at a certain angle. Then it started arcing and sparking. As luck would have it, we were able to replace the cord at a fraction of the cost of a new urn.
And last, my brother gave us an old Mac mini. It had a wired keyboard. The wire was only three feet long. We hooked the computer up to the downstairs TV. Still, it was a pain to use. Staples had an extension cord on their website. After two futile attempts to get to Staples, I got there...and bought the wrong cord. It turns out that the cord I wanted was only available on line. The shipping was 67% more than the cord. I found the right cord at a computer shop on Yonge, and returned the wrong cord to Staples. I can now sit on the couch in the den if I need another computer.
I humbly do not apologize to the Moody Blues for the egregious misuse and abuse of the title of one of their albums as title of this blog entry.