Yesterday, I installed the electric range in the kitchen at our cabin.
The day started with meeting a couple
of delivery men and a big truck, then guiding them across the creek. They had
to wheel the range by hand truck for the last five hundred feet or so.
Interesting story—the delivery men
were both from Kandahar in Afghanistan. They had worked with American soldiers
during our time in the country. One has been here for five years, the other for
five months.
Once they had deposited the range in
the cabin, I was able to properly locate and wire the receptacle and install
the pigtail cord. I did a pretty good job and managed to energize the range and
set the clock to the proper time of day.
After finishing my electrical work
(brilliant and exhausting stuff, that), I watered a few this-and-thats Desiree
planted around the cabin. Then I climbed to the loft for a catnap—which quickly
became a proper nap. The loft is a great, faraway place for an uninterrupted
rest.
I’ve posted a photograph of the range
pushed into place, along with one of my view from my napping spot in the loft.
—Mitchell Hegman
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