Friday, April 21, 2006

No Nukes!

Our microwave has been broken for almost two weeks. It's built in so it should be covered by our Fidelity Home Warranty. On day one we called and they said someone would call to set up repair in a couple of hours. On day three we called again and they said someone would call us that day. On day five we called and they said to wait for a call from a repairman who called back on day seven to arrange a visit on day nine to say that built in microwaves made him nervous and he probably couldn't fix it since he tends to damage the area around the microwave when he moves it. : I paid a $45 copay and the insurance company kicked in another $200 to cover that little visit. So Sam called the insurance company again and they've offered to replace the high end stainless steel nuker (that came with the house) with the cheapest bisque microwave available from Sears Commercial.

This lack of technology has led us to embrace the culinary techniques from days of yore like pickling eggs. I've spent enough time seeking some level of nourishment in bars and rural gas stations to develop a taste for these aromatic ovals. We missed Easter Sunday, but we had it done by Springster Wednesday.
First we colored.


Then we pickled.




Now, we wait.

We'll be distracted tomorrow while we walk around the Phinney/Greenwood Rummage Sale.

Next weekend is the Washington SCBWI conference, which should be pretty good, if you're into hanging out with swarms of people who try to think like little kids. Apparently, I am.

One of the best things about Seattle is all the great events when it starts clearing up. I am just nutty for spring right now.

This week I'm going to work in the backyard, break out the kayak, take a few walks, finally make Jack a superhero cape like I made for Rebecca, and revel in the lack of houseguests. Ahhhh.

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