Still Digging Out

I'm still up to my eyeballs in boxes to be unpacked. If you left a comment that requires a reply, I'll get to them at some point. I hadn't even looked at my blog in the last two days until I decided to take a break to post the last message about Rehnquist. By Tuesday, I should be pretty much ready to go.

I finally just got my stove and oven working. The pilot light was out and I couldn't get it lit. My brother came over and managed to get it working. I asked him how he did it and he said, "I have no idea. I just kept messing with it until it lit." The stove, like the rest of the house, is virtually brand new. I've made approximately 1400 trips to the dollar store and Meijer's to get all the things you never even think about needing in a new home. And I still have yet to start on my office, which is something of a necessity since I have business to do on Tuesday morning. Ah, the joys of home ownership.

By the way, the ribs I did yesterday were a big hit. Half a dozen racks of spare ribs were devoured like a carcass on the African savannah, stripped to the bones and left in a heap. If I hadn't had to take the time to do all of that, which was planned before I got the house, I'd probably be pretty much settled in by now. Ah well, we do crazy things for ribs. I hope everyone else's weekend has been more relaxing than mine has.

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Lighting a pilot usualy involves pushing in the pilot light button while lighting it, until the thermostat warms up enough to leave it on. The thermostat turns off the gas if the pilot light blows out.

HTH

Yep, the key seems to be to immediately remove the match when the flame ignites, but to keep the reset button held down for a minute or so until the unit can go on its own.

Early rumors have John Roberts now being tagged to replace the late Rehnquist as Chief Justice.

As a history major, watching current events unfold which I expect to be teaching in a history classroom someday, I'm always amazed by people who tell me they find history boring. If you tried to write up the events of the last week as a screenplay and sell it, it would get rejected as "too fantastic to be believed".

Here s how I light a pilot light -
Look in the darkest, most cramped space just above the dirtiest part of the floor. Try to stop my large dog from standing over me licking my face.
Try to read the instruction, which are printed in sub-microscopic print on unfinished steel. Figure out that I need a flashlight and my reading glasses, extricate myself from the space and go look for them.
After half an hour, I can t find my reading glasses and my flashlight hasn t had the batteries replaced since the kids left it on under the bed for several months.
Look for matches. Can t find any, since the ex used them all up on her last visit to light her damned cigarettes.
Try and light a stick off the burner of my electric stove.
While failing at this, take a beer from the fridge, since it s right beside the stove anyway.

several beers later...

Call the gasfitter,( who actually will phone me at work when he s on his way to the house so I can meet him there) Watch him light the pilot in about 5 seconds with no discernable effort, dirt or wrinkles.
Curse my XY chromosomes for not letting me do this in the first place.

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