Every once in a while, I post something at Here and There worth parroting here. That said, last week I had a harrowing experience with my stove in which I was slightly electrocuted and the thing started a small electrical fire.
After the smoke cleared and John disconnected the power from the wall and pulled the knobs off the range so that we wouldn't mistakenly turn the gas back on, I could go to sleep without worrying too much. However, when the repairman came, he deemed the stove to be "unrepairable." Because we have a home warranty (which I highly recommend, by the way), a new stove will be coming to replace the old one very soon.
Yesterday, a friend and I were talking about poetry and the writing of it. It inspired me so much that I had a dream about a poem -- an ode, if you will, to the errant stove. While I admit it was better in the dream, what spilled from my head into my fingers and onto my computer monitor is this at Here and There ).