Special Order

It has been approximately 12 weeks since we have had a working oven.


Just weeks after we moved in it stopped working. Trevor tried to diagnose it and searched the Internet and called family for ideas but couldn't fix it. Yes, Trevor Grubbs, the same Trevor who put a swamp cooler in our first house (I still remember standing in our hallway looking up through the huge hole Trevor had cut out of the roof and seeing the sun and blue sky, scary!!!!) . The same Trevor who replaced the timing belt twice, (if you are not impressed by that then you do not know what that involves) and has fixed anything and everything in our house that has broken including blow dryers, toasters, cars, toilets, faucets... you get the idea, he is good!


It was painful for Trevor to have to call in the professionals but the home warranty softened the blow ($95 copayment, not too bad). They came and quickly figured it out, it needs a new computer. Of course that is a special order and will take 7-10 days to get it in. We found this out on the day my sister flew in and my parents were coming a few days later. There goes the menu that I had planned and already purchased food for. Oh well, at least I would have my oven back in 7-10 days... hahaha.


They got the special order part and put it in only to find that the ignition was also broken which they couldn't detect before because the computer was broken. Of course the ignition is a special order part.


Another special order, 3 visits and 10 days later the new ignition is installed and the repairman smiles (for the first time) as he turns on the oven and it works!!! I bid him fairwell and immediately start mixing up the cookies that I have missed so dearly over the past 3months and started to bake. Well, 25 minutes later the cookies that normally take 8 minutes to cook were still doughy... AAAAHHHH!


The repairman didn't smile when I opened the door for him today. I explained what happened and of course when he tried it, it worked perfectly. He kept restarting it waiting for it to "not work" and kept asking me dumb questions like, "so, it wasn't hot?" Finally after an hour, when he was about to tell the crazy lady (me) that it was all in my imagination, the oven stopped working. YES!!! This was the first time in the last 12 weeks that I was thrilled that the oven wasn't working. He turned to me and said those two little words I have come to hate, "Well, I'll have to special order that part".