By Heather O.
It’s snowing here. Snow-ing. That never happens, first of all, and if it does happen, it’s gone within the hour. But now, it’s a record breaking dump fest. It’s quite amazing, really. I haven’t seen this much snow fall in an hour in years. The nice thing is that around here, everything shuts down. Sometimes it’s nice living in a wussy region of the country.
We got a new stove this week. Our old one was pushing 30 years old, and showing its age. But you know how it is–you live with something for so long and adjust to the quirks, you forget that it’s not normal. But when my husband pointed out that not everybody has to turn their stove to broil to get it to heat up to 350, and then switch it to bake, then switch it back to broil when the temp starts to fall because the baking coils on the bottom don’t work, just to bake a simple batch of cookies (which usually came out raw or burned despite our best efforts), we decided to cave and buy a new one.
It arrived on time, just when they said it would be delivered, but when I told them just where I wanted it, they informed me that they were not authorized to install it, and no amount of pleading, begging, or whining on my part would change their minds. And of course my husband is out of town for work this week. So I had a stove sitting in my living room for 3 days until my friend’s husband took pity on me and installed it. Only it didn’t fit. Crap. So then I had my old yucky stove sitting in my hallway, and a new pretty stove jutting out in my kitchen. Lovely.
Then ANOTHER friend took pity on me, and sent HER husband over, and he figured out how to make it fit. He brought some killer tools over, shaved a bit here and there, and together we pushed that stove in place. A perfect fit. I inaugurated it with a Texas Sheet cake. Good stuff.
I can’t help but wonder, however, what my neighbors thought of this parade of men into my home while my husband is gone. I don’t want people to think ill of me, of course. On the other hand, it could be exciting to keep my neighbors guessing. I’ve never been considered a mysterious woman before. On the whole, I’m rather boring.
I’m also a wuss. My kids want to go out and play in this amazing snow. I want to curl up with a cup of hot cocoa and watch Pride and Prejudice. I have a feeling Mr. Darcy is going to have to wait, as much as I would like to avoid the snow as much as possible. Oh my Utah ancestors are surely turning in their graves. But they are WAY past the frostbite stage, so I don’t think they have any room to judge.
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