There really is no part 1, officially. Had I been blogging 7 years ago (did people blog way back then?) there certainly would have been. So, lets make the puffy cloud outline this part of the story, as we travel back in time to part 1.
We moved to our newly built home in October 2002 and promptly the seed hit the egg and the symptoms started. One of which was an incredible sensitivity to smell. In-other-words, the big nose did her job. And, in doing so, the nose noticed a gassy smell throughout the house. But, seeing as how the nose was on an impregnated body, we let it slide. The nose noticed gas smells everywhere.
August came around and the gas smell grew stronger. And finally the husband’s nose started to notice the gas smell as well. Terrified for the baby, no-longer-pregnant mommy called in Toll Brothers (the house was under warranty). While Toll did agree there was a gaseous smell, they couldn’t do anything. “Call GE,” they instructed. “Its a different warranty.” And GE was called. And they came out. No less than 4 times. In fact, no-longer-pregnant mom earned a repuation among GE-servicemen in the Chester County area. It said so in the computer files when she called. (Get your mind out of the gutter. The files said the mom was learning to use her oven and to politely keep checking, but there was nothing wrong.)
So, September now, Toll Brothers project people came back out to the house to perform warranty work (they came out a lot. Lots of warranty work on a Toll home) and no-longer-pregnant mom shares her GE woes. Woe is she. No one seems to believe the gaseous scent.
Under persuasion from a grandparent, no-longer-pregnant mom calls PECO. Oh, yes, she did. And PECO came out to the house with a handy little gas-detector (that is amazingly similar to Rick Moranis’ ghost-detector) and, seconds later, shuts off the oven. Completely. Then politely informs no-longer-pregnant mom that she should call GE, again. Because the oven cannot be turned on without their tools.
Now, recall that no-longer-pregnant mom has a “reputation” with GE service. So 6 days later, a familiar GE man returns to the house. That’s 6 days without an oven, and with a newborn. And, within 30 seconds he identifies the problem (lucky for him, the PECO man had left a note). But he has to order a part. Which takes another 4 days. That’s 10 days without an oven and with a newborn.
Sigh. Erase the clouds and wake up back in 2009, when, on Sunday night, the huz (now with 3 kids) decides that another oven problem that has existed for over 4 years should be fixed. And he can do it. Yes! He! Can!
Google is amazing, isn’t it? He googles the problem and announces an easy fix. Can’t beleive he hadn’t googled before, right? So, Sunday is spent with the oven in the middle of the kitchen and the huz inside it. Of course, by bedtime, the oven is pushed back in place. Tools left askew.
Monday. Tools still askew. Oven not working. Huz announces he may need a part.
Tuesday. Wife puts tools in brown paper bag and moves them to the laundry room. Oven still isn’t working.
Wednesday. The huz looks at tools still in laundry room. Looks inside paper bag because there may be a missing screw in there.
Thursday… will he look at the tools? order the part? will the oven ever work again?
Stay tuned my friends. Its an amazing cliff hanger, I know. And, in the meantime, I’ll share my meals without the oven, during a major holiday and a week before another major holiday.
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