I don't understand the principle of the 'self-cleaning' oven even though my oven is, apparently, doing just that at the moment. Not finding any noxious burn your eyes, scald your lungs oven cleaner, I have resorted to the self-cleaning feature and we shall see. Does anything else self-clean? I've always thought that babies were pretty self cleaning while they were breastfed. They smelled good, their poop was rather innocuous and they peed water. And they weren't playing in or eating dirt yet.
My katz self clean but then deliver puddles of hair balls on a regular basis os I guess that doesn't count.
There are self cleaning windows. Do these come with scaffolding and wee men on ropes who squeegee up and down with that characteristic squeeee sound?
Today, the gray haired balding bearded men will arrive to do something to my house. Mysteriously, some orange marks appeared on the patio where the foundation will go. And the plans disappeared. Aside from that, NOTHING has happened. And this drives me crazy. I have a patience problem or if you will, an impatience problem. And it has been weeks since we sat around the table discussing what to do where and with what and how. And I think this is how it goes mostly. So I have become Zen about this when I'm not willing something to happen. Boxes here and there, my weird kitchen and the horrid yard which I continue dig up. Only about 43 more cinder blocks to go. My version of weightlifting.
I bought a bag that has wheels AND converts to a backpack AND has a detachable day pack. Maybe I
could ask it to clean the oven if my experiment doesn't work.
Signs and wonders department:
In honor ( I think) of Seafaire last week I saw:
1. Several Navy guys in their dress whites.
2. A lady by the fire station wearing a belly dance jingly belt over her dress. She was waving two rainbow flags and a large wooden cross.
3. A drag queen with large puffy mint-green hair, a chic belted dress and 6" green pumps at 7:30 in the morning.
It reminded me of a morning in San Francisco by the Castro (all gay all the time), when I watched two persons in killer bee costumes get out of a small sedan and a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence
on roller blades cruise by and I thought, I'm not in Kansas anymore. Some time I'll have to write about Halloween in the Castro before it became a spectator sport.