Well, my parents came up for a visit this weekend. Mom came up to see her grandkids. While Dad likes to play with them too, we had quite a “Dad's Fix-it List” for him this time... But, in true form, he knocked it out. The play-by-play is as follows:
- Improve flow through the refrigerator water line. It took a little work, but he got it figured out. The valve gasket had obstructed part of the line. Figures. It was the one thing I didn't check. Oh well... DONE.
- Clean up the light switch I dismantled and make the other switch for the 2-way light work. I had no idea on this one last week. I just pulled the wires, capped them, and went. Dad cleaned up the wires to make the light work with the other switch. DONE.
- Re-install the door trim. I did part (glued on a chip) and Dad did the other. DONE.
- Install a new storm door. This SUCKED. However, it's done and looks pretty good. I need to install some weather stripping, but... DONE.
So, we were rockin' and rollin'. We were REALLY knockin' stuff out. We had fun and got stuff done at the same time. Very nice.
That is, until Sunday afternoon...
My wife was making dinner and had was keeping some veggies warm on one of the burners. She dished them up and tabled the dish while brownies baked in the oven for all of us. The timer went off and she retrieved the brownies and put them on top of the oven to cool. A few moments later, we smell something burning. The burner warming the veggies was now putting the heat (literally) on the brownie dish.
Once we figured out what was happening, I turned off the burner and threw a towel over the whole dish. I then picked up the dish and moved it less than a foot to the next burner. After I sat the dish down but before I released the dish, it exploded. I felt the impact in my left arm and it tingled for about 15 minutes.
Well, we assessed the situation now and it was quite nasty. Fortunately, everyone was OK, but there was glass EVERYWHERE. Plus, a large amount of it fell down on our linoleum floor only to melt down into it and burn it.
Tasty. That smelled great, let me assure you. As if the burnt brownies wasn't bad enough, the burned plastic floor was replusive.
So, we cleaned, picked, scrubbed, and vacuumed the whole area. Glass was shot more than 15 feet away from the epicenter. We finally got the kitchen back in order, but it was both a continuation of our streak of unfortunate happenings and a rather negative ending for what had been such a productive and positive weekend.
Oh well. We're all fine, and I guess that's all that matters, right? :)