Another Summer Week Gone

Ah, are these summer days dragging on at lightening speed or what? The joy and the pain of recent events are as follows.


Our oven died. I  freaked out when the chicken still wasn’t done by 8 in the evening. Thought I was blinder than I had imagined and upset, I reset the oven. Yah, No. The bottom element was cold. So the first week we replaced that. Then we replaced a switchy relay thinger. Then we called in a fix it friend. And now we’re waiting for the Sears repair guy between 8 and 5 on Tuesday.DSC01145

Tried making oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies in the narrow side oven. All that fits are these pans. Eamon called it an “epic failure”. It was a soak and scrape endeavor.

Fiona got a present from Mum Mum. Exer-saucer!! DSC01091



The garden gave us some stuff to pick. Figs and a cucumber and grape tomatoes.






We beat the heat by hopping into Brianna’s pool.


Or sliding into it.


And we got to reconnect with some long time friends. Grateful.


There were a couple other “events” that were good enough to require their own posts. Stay tuned. And pray for my oven.


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4 Responses to “Another Summer Week Gone”

  1. Your oven story reminds me of when my microwave oven broke a couple of years ago – I didn’t realise it had broken because the light still came on, the turntable still turned and it still made all the right noises, but clearly the waves weren’t waving. I was trying to cook some potatoes in it, and I was like “These are the weirdest potatoes ever, they’ve been in there about 20 minutes and they’re still rock hard!” Ha. Hope your oven gets sorted, it’s a mighty nice looking oven I must say!

    • Shalagh says:

      Today the men came. They said it’ll be 500 dollars to replace the board/brain and they’ll be back next Thursday. Thank you sir, may I have another. I dream of a professional stove. A Vulcan. Mine just looks fancy. Check out my dying microwave post called Daggone Appliances.
      Thanks so much for strolling through Vanessa. I am cheered in my time of resigned sadness.

  2. Lisa Tognola says:

    How I long to grow figs, but alas, no easy feat in NJ!

    • Shalagh says:

      Oh Lisa. How’s your job? Happy for your featuring and guest posting and what nots. Me too, me too. The figs, they love the sun. A tree was removed and bam. We actually have sandy salinic soil. My girlfriend’s fig in Balto. is like 15 feet high and up against a wall of a brick house. Not impossible.
      And as another old married couple, oh the snoring stories we have. your story and cuteness.

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