My phone has died. My old spare phone is flaky and shuts down unexpectedly. Do not assume you can reliably reach me by phone or SMS for the time being. *Sigh.*
Well, five days, seven solid work-crew-hours, three work trucks, one backhoe loader, and one dump truck later, I have a working stove again. (They’ve been repaving my street, and evidently a few days ago had to replace a working gas pipe a non-working one. They eventually replaced it with one that does work. Given the two possible failure modes for a gas pipe, I find the fact that we had a non-working gas pipe buried under the street and front yard for several days somewhat unsettling. I also find the fact that my gas pipe runs to my neighbour’s house, through her basement, and into my basement — and that she doesn’t actually have gas service herself — somewhat unsettling. Good thing I don’t use gas for heat! On the other hand, while I didn’t have to pay for it, this must have been the most expensive stove repair on the block in a long time.)
plumtreeblossom and I just saw Hair at the Arlington Friends of the Drama, and it was fabulous — or groovy, rather. And we covet their space.