Good evening everyone.
October 7, 2013
Jennifer and I have had a rough week. Over the last several days, we have lost the ability to nuke and to bake. That is right. The microwave died. Then the oven died. Initially, I was quite steamed.
Gavi likes a cup of hot chocolate in the morning. We have to do it now the old-fashioned way, constantly stirring milk on a hot burner.
Jennifer made sauce and pasta for dinner on the stovetop. Tomorrow, we will use the crockpot.
This is new for us. Jennifer and I go through toasters the way most people go through socks. We have been living in this house for four years. In that time, we have had at least three toasters. As well, since we have been in Toronto (eight years), we have used at least a half dozen telephones.
Tomorrow, the repairperson from Frigidaire is likely going to tell me that an oven that is older than the children is not worth repairing.
On the positive side, we have extra counter space without the microwave there.
I want to say "at least the (insert appliance here) still works." For obvious reasons, I am not going to say that.
With all of this, I am rather fried.
October 8, 2013
The logic would have gone like this. The oven is dead. We have to replace the oven. When we redo the kitchen, we will have to replace what would have likely been a 1k expense, or model a new kitchen around an existing oven. Therefore, we might have to consider redoing the entire kitchen now. It turns out that there was a burnt out wire in the oven. We repaired it; therefore, we do not have to gut the kitchen.