The Wild Rose
Sometimes, hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
I live by you unaware,
as if by the beating of my heart,
Suddenly you flare again in my sight,
A wild rose blooming at the edge
of the thicket, grace and light
|In-house technician manually empties 40 lbs of pellets from stove with used yogurt container. Pellets litter the floor.|
|Tech with pre-existing sore back single-handedly attempts to move 300 lb insert to diagnose the problem|
|Cheerful assistant "helps" by holding flashlight. Hope the support will prevent the tech from blowing his stack|
|A new problem arises and a tech apprentice moves in to make assessment|
|Manual is consulted. Technician borrows 10-year old daughter's hip, leopard print reading glasses to read unhelpful, poorly written text.|
|Tech is back at it while children decide pellets will be fun to play with.|
|"Special" forces in red fleece jammies are called in for a consult. Children continue to fling pellets around room|
|Tech thinks he has solved the problem. Moves 300 lb stove back into place and turns stove on.|
Tech has failed to solve the problem. Tech demonstrates gallant self control and mutters expletives only to self.
Our hero leaves for well-timed acupuncture appointment for sore back.
|With in-house tech safely out of earshot, Wife calls real technician|
|Our in-house tech returns. Cannot stand the fact that he has not solved the mystery. Dismantles stove yet again to reevaluate problem.|
To be continued, unfortunately.
As I sit here now, on Monday morning, the house is still blissfully quiet. Liquid gold is flowing through our baseboard heaters. Our excellent real technician will arrive at some point and get that damn pellet stove working again and Jeb and I will start saving our pennies for the wood stove that we really wanted in the first place.