So a former student of mine is married to (or at least hooked up with) a guy who works at Whirlpool, the appliance company. Today is the annual employee friends and family sale–by invitation only no less. I blogged about this already, in what is no doubt a fascinating post on BTUs.
I have been deliberating whether to go and contemplating getting a new gas range. Not only do I need a new stove (mine will crap out eventually, probably sooner than later) but this could be a very good addition to my kitchen, given the amount of cooking I do, especially boiling large vats of liquid. I often worry that the big pots will be too heavy for the classic electric element of my 20 year old stove.
But I am sitting here mulling it over. Perhaps it’s all a waste of time. Maybe it will be too difficult to get it installed. And what to do with the crappy old stove?
Of course, this is Hamlet-like procrastination and introspection. And we know what happened to him (“O, I die, Horatio!”). I should get in the car and go to the place. It’s about a 45 minute drive, and they’ll deliver. I’m sure someone will know how to order installation.
Okay, I’ve just blogged myself into decision. Wow, that’s different. Usually it’s all indecisiveness and the blog is for procrastination.
I’m off. Wish me luck.