Some days, I tell ya.
I wanted to get into the inner workings of our oven this morning, because I wanted to make sure the flame is adjusted properly. I took the door off, removed the grates, took the bottom off the oven, etc. Cleaned out all the crud, checked the flame. Looked fine to me. I called a service/repair guy, confirmed some suspicions, and set to putting the whole mess back together.
The door would NOT go back on. Not. No.
I'm sure I've taken the door off the oven before. I never had problems getting it back on. I'm wrong on some part of that - either I've taken someone else's oven door off, or I've taken a different oven door off of a different stove we've owned, but I assure you, after today, that I've never removed this particular door.
After lots of pulling on the tightly spring-loaded (ow!) mechanism, lots of help from hubby (who would probably like some lunch, which I will be happy to bake just as soon as the door is back on the oven), removing other parts and pieces (ow!), prying with screwdrivers, trying some more (ow!), and having no luck, I see a little hole on the mechanism. I think if we can get something in there, it will hold the mechanism (ow!) in the open position. Hubby goes downstairs, comes back with allen wrenches, we proceed (ow!) and we get the door back on. Woo hoo! We put the glass back on the front, the sides back on the sides, the handle back on the top, the knob facing doohickey back where it goes, and our stove is once again our stove. I turn on the oven and put in the pan of lasagna.
Guess what hubby found in the warranty and manual file? A wee envelope with the words 'door removal pins' on it, and two little thingies to put in the holes that we found on that mechanism. Aha!
The lasagna has to bake a while, so I go downstairs and put in 15 minutes on the NordicTrac. Yay me! Now I'm all hot, so I take off my old crudly sweatshirt and put on my favorite dark blue v-neck cotton shirt that I think makes me look thin (or at least less fat).
Time to make garlic toast. Slice the bread, butter it. Land-o-Lakes Butter-Olive Oil Blend says 'keep refrigerated', which translates into 'too stiff to spread'. I put it in the microwave on the lowest setting (warm) for 10 seconds. Open the door, pull out the container - it has completely liquefied in that short time, so it sloshes all over my favorite dark blue v-neck cotton shirt that I think makes me look thin (or at least less fat). I'm guessing there's not enough spray-n-wash on the planet to get half a cup of butter out of a dark blue shirt...so now I look thin and...buttery. Mew.
Change for the second time in less than a minute, and continue with lunch, which actually turned out pretty good, all things considered.
The afternoon continued without mishap until I was clipping some coupons for a friend and managed to clip, well, me. Ow.
Later, after Little Bit was in bed, I was downstairs dressing up some home-canned jams and jellies for Christmas gifts, and managed to somehow tie my own finger AND the camera strap in the square knot. I blame the band-aid I was wearing to protect my clipped finger. I could not get it loose...and I couldn't get help, since hubby was at work and Little Bit was presumably asleep. I did eventually work myself free....then I fell up the stairs with six jars of home-canned jams and jellies. None of them broke, but I stubbed my toe.
Some days, I tell ya!