We have been living with a broken oven. Broken meaning “fried” as in melted digital parts. Seriously. Melted. I used the oven cleaning feature twice. That was one time too many times. Last year we looked at new ranges. Lots of new ranges. Nothing like I wanted.
What did I want? A range with little (none possibly?) digital features. Nothing that can melt. I’ve had several (several!) issues with computer parts and wires and electric whatever. Anyhoo, finally, after four years of not having a real oven, we finally found something we could live with.
Meanwhile, the fridge door was hanging on by a thread. Apparently grandchildren are rough little buggars. The stuff that keeps cold air from escaping was almost off, and the door closed when one remembered to push it closed. That said, a new refrigerator was in order. I don’t even know what happened with the dishwasher. Let’s just say it was on the fritze.
So, to recap: the best I had in ovens was the countertop version; the fridge door was in shambles; and I was the dishwasher. Everything old school and/or broken. We finally decided to do it! Go appliance shopping! Yay! I hate shopping so after four stores and, I lost track of how many appliances, I was beyond tired. Eventually, we found something.
Four days later, new appliances arrived. The wrong refrigerator. The delivery guys refused to put them in the house. Finally, they left, appliances outside. We discovered a badly dented stove which led to a horribly angry husband. Oh, the disappointment. The frustration. The phone calls. The worry.
The next day a truck arrived and picked up everything. Then another truck driver called, ten minutes away, to say he was picking up the appliances. Are we seeing an issue here?
We started over, again. Shopping. Comparing. Talking to people. Asking questions. The whole bit.
Now, a week later, we have a new, complete set of kitchen appliances: range, refrigerator, dishwasher. Everything works. Everything looks as it should. I haven’t turned on the oven, but I have cooked. I’ve figured out how to arrange groceries in the fridge. I’ve washed dishes like any 21st century person. Life is good.
