It's Done
I've been using a propane camp stove. Inside. Can we say dangerous? But we survived.
The long process started when we had a lightning bolt strike our house. Repairman (yes it was a man) came out. "The gas is not getting to the stove." Uh- duh! (And I'm not the type to say that often.) "Check your gas-line," says he."It's fine," says I, "the gas is getting to the stove. Figure out why it won't light."
He didn't believe me, but changed out the regulator. Didn't work. By this time, he believed me when I said the gas was getting to the appliance. Changed out another part on the inside. Didn't work. I already knew he didn't have a clue. Mind you, it takes each part a week or more to be ordered and received.
Let's cut to the chase. The company...to remain nameless, but if you've been following my stove-top saga on FB then you know...sent another repairman. Their best. He ordered another part and still couldn't fix it. By this time, I'm beyond frustrated, as you can imagine.
So we asked 'the company' to replace the stove-top. Sounds reasonable. They didn't think so. At this point, we appealed to our insurance company (who, by the way, would have probably made us go through a similar process). We ordered our new stove last week. It arrived yesterday morning. My husband installed it after lunch. I cooked on it last night.
I'm so happy. It's DONE.
Blessings,
Ginger
