Friday, September 7, 2012

Stove woes

UPDATE to post that follows:  Gary went to Sears.  End of story. :)  We baked stuff for dinner...just nursery food (chicken nuggets and fries), and it was so nice to not have to rip off the tape at the side of the oven before using it!)

In a teensy bit of a quandary. Yesterday Gary spurred me on to look for a new oven, even though I'm content to repair ours.  We've been getting by with having a chair propped in front of it, along with tape on the sides to deal with the broken hinges.  Funny, or not so funny, but I've never had an oven with broken door hinges, and that's saying something.  Plus, we have to slam the door to get the igniter to work.  Annoying.  Gary's tired of fixing things around here, and I can't say as I blame him.  He's leery of repairing the door hinges on the stove, especially being that the door has warped a tiny bit with us forgetting (when it first happened) to grab the door when we opened it and it'd fly out and hit us on the knees.

Fast forward.  Last night I found a new oven not too far from here on Cr@igslist.  Never used and never hooked up.  Listed several days ago and no takers.  Odd.  Makes me wonder, but not wonder so much I didn't email the woman selling it.  Still available, but Gary's got a gut feeling it's not right.  Concerned about a warranty.  I dilly-dallied this morning, thinking about it, praying in my head and asking the kids what they thought.  I just wanted someone to tell me whether to pursue it further.  Fourth son brought up the warranty issue as well.  Kind of felt that that was confirmation to wait and see.  Or just wait.

Will email her back and say 'no cigar'....maybe a bit of a 'too good to be true' situation.  Pays to be careful, but man, it looked like a neat oven.  Last year, one of our neighbors was given a barely used gas oven from a friend at work who just didn't need it.  I love stories like that, and she isn't a believer, as a matter of fact is wary of Christians.  She got blessed without even trying.

Shows that you just never know.

(painting called  'breakfast tea' by deborah chabrian)