So...we managed to get through the day without a) a functioning oven b) a functioning microwave, c) a functioning toaster. Thank God Auntie Rachel had a good attitude about this. Lots of jokes about how she left corrupt, crazy Nairobi to find Third-World conditions right here in the good ol' USA.
Drew called the rental company, which of course is not open on weekends. He did get the emergency service on the phone, and they helpfully suggested that we try to make things work with extension cords. And that, Dear Readers, is when we discovered that THE KITCHEN'S ENTIRE ELECTRICAL SYSTEM IS ON EXTENSION CORDS. Apparently the house's owners, when they put in a new microwave, neglected to rewire the kitchen like they should have (the neighbors have told us that the dad tried several DIY projects, then ended up going to the neighbors for help because he f----d things up). Have to wonder why they put their daughters and their nanny in danger with wiring the kitchen via electrical outlets that appear to have failed after years of too much electricity running through them. Can't wait to get an electrician in here, have them blanch in horror at the not-up-to-code system, and then having the owners pay for what they should have done years ago.
So, Rachel Jones went upstairs after breakfast to take a jet-lagged nap that has now lasted for more than eight hours. Drew and I went out separately to run errands, with Drew taking Little Rachel for some sandal-shopping (supposedly it is going to be in the mid-80s later this week and sunny), and then Drew and I went to a Thai place for dinner. It is raining and cold, and the only thing that saved today was cupcakes for dessert at Wham! (an 80s group) on the radio. Hoping for better tomorrow.
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