Lunch with one of my favorite Cajuns!
She has a 2 for 1 coupon and is taking me to lunch. What a sweetie! And I am excited to see her! It’s been too long.
Not sure if you can see this, but the entire kitchen was covered in white dust from the fire extinguisher. This is just a thin layer where my Russian nesting dolls and a candle were. I cleaned for hours last night, but even after three deep cleanings my counters still have a strange film on them. It even covered all the dishes in the cupboards. Still a small price to pay compared to what could have happened. We have representatives from the insurance company and appliance company coming to examine the stove on Tuesday morning.
But today, besides lunch with Dre, I worked on creating a nun’s wimple out of a white t-shirt, since Sophia lost that part of her costume for her “Sister Act” number.
She will be performing tonight, has a practice at 7:30 tomorrow morning (about half an hour away) in full makeup, hair and costume, and will be competing on Sunday-so we will be gone from 7:00 am till into the evening. After that she’ll be done with this studio and I won’t miss the expense or the trouble.
This will be the first year since we’ve been married that I don’t make corned beef for St. Patrick’s Day, but we won’t have a working stove, and we don’t know any I he neighbors here well enough to ask. In the old neighborhood people would have brought dinners over, because that’s the kind of people they are. We’re going to try to have a belated St. Paddy’s bonfire and potluck there later this month.
Oh joy. Yesterday Sophia and I smelled gas in the kitchen, but all the knobs on the stove were turned off, and we couldn’t discover a source. Tonight I put dinner in the oven and drove to a craft store to get something Sophia needed. Nick and Zack were in the back yard picking oranges and heard Sophia and Isabella yelling. Phia had looked down at the stove and seen flames. At first nick thought it was a grease fire, but then he realized there was a gas leak. Isabella grabbed the fire extinguisher and Nick put out the fire. Then he had to pull out the stove to turn off the gas connection.
The next step will be telling the landlord, who is in another state and is very anal about everything, including his stove. Well that precious appliance of his could have killed us all. We can’t afford to eat out anymore so this is going to be tricky, but I am so grateful that no one was hurt. And the only damage, besides the awful mess and ruined rosemary chicken was one picture frame that Nick knocked off the wall in his hurry. We are really lucky.
I can’t stop reading about Winston Churchill’s mother and morganatic marriages.
And I have tasks that need to be done-by me. Sometimes google is not my friend.
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