it's another. I just got a new stove, which is a good thing, but the event that called for a new stove was a disaster. I baked fish, opened the oven door, heard a “ping”, looked down and the glass shield was in pieces. The old stove was 14 years old so we were advised not to repair but to buy.

Tonight, cleaning up after dinner, I was washing the heavy glass baking dish and suddenly the sink caved – it was under-mounted, the sealer gave way, and the sink lowered itself, and is now hovering over the dispose-all. I couldn’t finish cleaning up and I couldn’t run the dishwasher because the pipes disconnected. Of course this happened because we have a house guest. Hope I can get the plumber to come right away tomorrow, or I’ll be carting dishes to the bathroom for washing.

I love my new stove, which is a GE stainless with a black ceramic cooktop. It is a work of art. When you turn on the burners by touch (no knobs), a little chime sounds, and the heating element glows a brilliant red through the top.
The black ceramic shows every finger mark. Also, Ziggy runs across the top to get to me when I am dishing out kitty food in the morning, and then I have paw prints too. My solution is to cover it with a large black oven liner.

Speaking of kitty invasions, my new small desk for my inherited computer, has a large cubby intended for books or binders, but I don’t use it because the cats have commandeered it as a sleeping space. I find it hard to disappoint them.

Went bike riding with Joan, but she couldn’t keep up, so we decided just to meet back at the house. I wasn’t going fast, but Joan has residual chronic fatigue syndrome and doesn’t have a lot of stamina.

xx, Teal