Yesterday's Word
The word of the day yesterday was triskaidekaphobia. Not that I'm superstitious, but after a portable heater becoming recalcitrant, our son turning into a fuss monster, and our oven crapping out, I'm kinda feeling Churchy Lafemme's "Friday the 13th comes on a Friday this year!" pain.
And, naturally, this morning Fuss Boy is pretending that all fussiness was a figmenet of our imaginations last night and the heater is working again. The oven is still flashing "F-1" every time I turn I pop that the curcuit back on but, for the most part, we made it through yesterday okay.
It continues to amaze me how disposable appliances have become. VCRs and what-not have become so inexpensive that it costs more to fix one that to buy a new one. I'm wrestling with the same scenario with the oven. It cost me nearly $400 last time to get the circuit board replaced. It'll be at least that and probably more since I'm guessing the problem is more than a faulty circuit board. Suddenly, it's cheaper to just buy a new one.