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I can't boil water

That is not a comment on my cooking skills, I mean it literally.

My father came over and put in the outlet for my stove (with a lot of explaining about neutral and ground and showing me how if there were four wires instead of three they'd be connecting to the same thingy in the box thing, and I have no idea what he was talking about so I'm just going to trust my dad not to do something that will burn down my house.*)

Anyway, after putting in the outlet, he offered to "jury rig" a connection so that I can use the stove until Tuesday, when the new one will be delivered. I didn't like "jury rig" and "240 volts" together, so I declined. Then today I was thinking, what will I make for dinner the next few nights? Oh, I can do...no, that needs boiling water for the pasta. How about...no, pasta. Could I...nope, still need water to boil.

Ok, we're eating out.

*As it happened, we had "fire safety day" at work today. Most of it was geared toward the lab, but there was some helpful home fire-prevention advice, and anytime I heard "electric" I covered my ears and said "la la la la la." I think I've mentioned that fire is another of my phobias, but things that might cause fire (heat, oxygen) are harder to avoid than planes. Much of my time is spent trying to distract myself from the idea that my house is about to burn down. Yes, I know: Prozac.

Posted by Nic at April 22, 2005 04:38 PM