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A milestone this morning, as I finally got hungry enough to dare to venture near the new stove. I don't care for gas stoves, my only previous experience of them having been my grandmother's frightening and stinky 60's era abomination, so I had been putting off this meeting as long as possible, but at last I could hold out no longer, and set about baking a package of cream-cheese wontons I found in the freezer. As I am writing this now, you may take it that I managed not to blow the house up, or burn it down, or asphyxiate myself (so far), and indeed came out at the end of the process with something resembling my projected snack, and not even too terribly burnt, but I still maintain that cooking things over an open flame in this day and age is downright barbaric, and likely to end up with someone getting themselves chained to a rock having their liver devoured by eagles, see if it doesn't. You aren't fooling anybody's God with your delayed-start "Sabbath-mode" buttons, General Electric.
The morning's other highlight thus far: Mum went out the back door with the trash, and a moment later called me out to look at what had landed on our back stairs to get out of the rain:
I believe it's something in the katydid line. (That's the foot of a clawfoot tub it's sitting on, for scale -- I'm in the middle of stripping the paint off to have it for a paperweight). Not exactly something one expects to find right outside one's front door, when one lives in the city...
The morning's other highlight thus far: Mum went out the back door with the trash, and a moment later called me out to look at what had landed on our back stairs to get out of the rain:
I believe it's something in the katydid line. (That's the foot of a clawfoot tub it's sitting on, for scale -- I'm in the middle of stripping the paint off to have it for a paperweight). Not exactly something one expects to find right outside one's front door, when one lives in the city...