I was smokin' on Mother's Day. OK, so it wasn't me - it was our microwave.
smokes rains, it pours.
While we were in Prague in early April, the kids let us know that our dryer (not a typo, we have MULTIPLE appliance issues at present) was making a weird noise. I legit thought they had just hit a wrong button, because they don't know how to use it. Turns out, it needs a new part. Remember the dryer? It was new JUST before covid.
Anyone else wonder how we told time back before we had covid to use as a starting point?You remember Coach had to rip out the doorway and increase the size of the door jam in order to fit the thing through the laundry room door. Days before Christmas.
It's times like this and back when
the kids Coach stuck that 'gas appliance' sign on my back during the dryer delivery that make me so happy I have a blog. Where else would I share these stories? Better to be able to laugh at the irritating parts of life, than sob over them.
Mr. Appliance Fixer, who I love, came out days after we returned from Prague. He said: I don't service that brand. *too lazy to haul my butt upstairs and look at what brand we have*
He agreed to order the part. He told me it was a good thing we'd noted the sound, ignoring that might lead to bigger issues. He said he'd come back the following week.
Weeks later, I called. We got on his schedule. A grandkid of his got covid, and he took the day off when he was supposed to be here. Plus a long weekend. He came back out last week, but had the wrong part. Meanwhile my newer dryer thumps away, making me cringe because I fear it will die completely. He called Monday but I was walking out the door with my tiny folk. I must call tomorrow to see when he can come out.
Anyway, a loud dryer doesn't make us hillbillies. Pardon the appliance offshoot.
I thought maybe the microwave, like everything else under this roof, just needed a good cleaning. After my scrub-fest, it still wasn't acting right. It smelled like melting wires. Call me crazy, but something to be concerned about. It wouldn't cook my frozen GF muffin. It looked like bolts of lightning were shooting around in there. Well, I'm no appliance guru, but that can't be good. I found out they call it 'arcing'. Listen, I enjoy few treats, so no one wants to spend time with me if I've been denied my GF muffin. ABT, where we bought all of our appliances, came out again. They'd just been out to
service bury the fridge drawers.
$141 service call.
I found out the microwave is toast, not like it will make toast - it's kaput. Done. Finished. Like the fridge drawers, it was new in '17. AND NOT CHEAP. What on earth?
I called Thermador per the ABT guy's suggestion. The customer service person said she'd file an appeal for me. She took my info. I wasn't satisfied. I kept prattling on about my fridge drawers and my other Thermador appliances that needed to be serviced over the last few years DESPITE being new.
The woman: WELL, YOU CAN ONLY FILE AN APPEAL ON THIS, NOT ON THE FRIDGE DRAWERS.
Me: YEAH, WELL - THE FACT THAT MY KITCHEN APPLIANCES HAVE DIED SO EARLY IS PART OF MY EXPERIENCE. I NEED TO FEEL HEARD AND I NEED THERMADOR TO HEAR THE FULL BACKGROUND. WHO CAN I WRITE A LETTER TO?
There was a heavy sigh on the line, but she did give me an email address so I can share my full story. I'm nothing if not all about the full story, am I right?
I haven't written the letter yet because I'm busy with Mini's senior video and the problem (which is a good problem to have) is that I took so many videos, going through all of them is a TAD time consuming, but also fun and heart warming.
When I write the letter, I'll ask: WHAT WAS THE POINT OF ME CONVINCING MY HUSBAND OF GOING WITH THERMADOR BRAND AND SHELLING OUT BIG MONEY IF THE APPLIANCES WERE GOING TO FAIL SO EARLY ON?
The news of the burned out microwave happened a few hours before the phone call from the camera store. Replacing the microwave is $2,000. Um, ouch. But when I found out the videos were watchable, and are they EVER - in fact, I'd say they are down right addicting, I said: HEY, NEW MICROWAVE - NO BIG DEAL.
Still, I hope Thermador will do something to compensate us.
I chuckled Friday night when Coach pulled Lad's college microwave out of the crawl space and set it up in the middle of the island. I was like IT'S OFFICIAL. WE ARE HILLBILLIES. I snapped a photo and made a mental checklist:
* old microwave in the middle of my island,
*just beyond that a dog that I don't own tied to my back door,
*and a partial working fridge in my dining room.
Saturday morning before heading to travel basketball games, I decided to freeze a bunch of fresh fruit for protein shakes. Reg was in the kitchen packing snacks for his game.
Reg: (pointing at a red thing on the floor in front of the fridge) I THINK THAT'S A FROG.
Me: HUH? NO, THAT MUST BE A DROPPED RASPBERRY.
THEN IT HOPPED. AS IN - IT WAS A SMALL RED FROG.His little feet were covered with evidence of dust bunnies, because he'd been hanging out under my fridge (see note above about how everything in this house needs a good cleaning). I was BESIDE MYSELF. I thought at first that Finn dragged it in, but then I remembered that Finn's owner has a bunch of aquariums in his bedroom that he claims belong to a friend and he's returning them next week, etc.
I took out my hillbilly checklist and added RED FROG HOPS OUT FROM UNDER FRIDGE.
Anyone else have a hillbilly component to your life?