April 8th, 2009


Cut to the slow

The oven hath given up; the lower heating element is gefutzed.  I used to have ovens where the elements were plug-and-socket, but this puppy is mounted right through the back wall.  So, I need to get into the back of the oven.

Several years ago, when we had the Kitchen floors redone, the men doing the work were meticulous and precise and did a superb job.  They also put in a piece of two-and-a-half-inch kickboard which sealed off the access panel to the back of the oven.  I couldn't get the panel open, couldn't remove the kickboard without half the panelling for the island coming with it.  So I lay on my gut for two hours with a bare hacksaw blade, cutting a kerf down through the kickboard in half-inch strokes.  Fortunately, there was a joint in the kickboard not too far from the other side of the panel, so I didn't have to cut a second slice.

There are no, repeat no, consumer-servicable parts in this oven.  No matter which side you go in on.  Made an appointment with the GE repair folks, who will be out on Friday afternoon, for sufficiently large values of Friday and sufficiently wide  values of afternoon.  Feh.

In other news...

My Daughter passed her orals, and is over a Major Hurdle on her way to her Chemistry PhD.
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And: My Son has been awarded a grant to do a DNA research study at college over the summer. This will be original research, not just copywork. He's that smart, too.

My Wife is in Austin for the next week, taking care of her mom and eating Cajun food. Fortunately for my piece of mind, My Son is home this week on break. He's spending his glorious spring break working on take-home midterms in Chemistry and Logic. This is an a**hole thing to do to a student, to assign him work that will wipe out his entire break.

Saturday will be my first check-in at Weight Watchers, and we will see what two weeks of obsessive food logging has done for my weight. I don't get it. You're supposed to keep track of your food by its Points value, right? Then a square meal should be four Points, right? Apparently not. Ah, well, if losing weight was easy, Congress would outlaw it.

"If Karen Carpenter had eaten Mama Cass' sandwich, they'd both be alive now!"