Bienvenue Chez Boeckman-Walker, Lumpy!
Lumpy est arrive! Lumpy sont ici!
(One of these days, Gentle Reader, I will insert the code to put the accents in my butchered French. But not today. Sorry.)
For you non-Francophiles, Lumpy has arrived! Lumpy is in da house!
Around 1:45, the truck from Giant Appliances pulled up in front of the house, and the changing 'o the ovens began.
As I mentioned several photos back, 'ol Lady Kenmore was hiding quite the filth pile behind her. I quickly nabbed the dustpan and broom and swept up what I could. What I wouldn't give to know how in the world three peppermint discs came to be unwrapped and stuck (probably permanently) to the floor so far back under her--and that's after I'd cleaned up two or three a few months back when I mistakenly cleaned up her storage drawer thinking I was cleaning up the broiler. In addition to dust balls, icky candy and a lost catnip mousey, I found a few other treasures:
Now as I promised when I first posted about Lumpy's acquisition, here's a photo of one of the reasons how Lumpy came to have its name:
You may not be able to see it, depending on how your LCD is set, Gentle Reader, but you're looking at a photo of the top left-hand corner of Lumpy's control console, where it took some kind of damage and was repaired by GE with some kind of putty and paint in a job that looks like I did the work. So, yeah, Lumpy has some lumps. It just adds character--its vital functions are just fine, which is all that matters to me and mine.
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