Magnetron! The Word of the Week
Monday, walking home from work, I passed a microwave sitting a top a trash can in an alley. Things like washing machines and microwaves = Metal Scrapper paradise. Or if you're me, new home appliance paradise. We had a microwave, almost brand new, in the box that my dad gave us. He had pulled it off a job, O, I don't know, 20 years ago? That classic was a GE model, 1990. An over the oven unit too, which means it was the size of a small Buick. Sitting on my counter. We do plan on purchasing the microwave of all microwaves someday, when we do our kitchen remodel. We don't want to put a lot of money into one before then so we've been happy with our free, functional, albeit mammoth, model.
|2008 Alley Microwave|
But when I came home from work the next day I found the Buick on the floor, gutted. The 2008 GE was sitting on the kitchen table, also gutted. I quickly realized my husband opted not to buy a new magnetron, but instead use one we already had, from a 25 year old machine. (WARNING: This job was extremely dangerous and should not be attempted by anyone...besides my husband. He told me later that if I knew how dangerous it was I probably wouldn't have let him do it. I feel like that could apply to about 40% of the things men do for fun.)
|Good as new|
The first run shorted out almost immediately. But after a few adjustments she came to life. In a matter of hours, I had an 18 years younger, smaller, wonderfully efficient microwave sitting on my counter. I'm afraid my husband has only further cemented my assumption that there is nothing he can't fix. I couldn't stop thanking him! I didn't even know I needed a joy boost this week but this new beauty was somehow wind in my sails. The counter looks so much more open! I love order and clean spaces. And I love watching my husband merge old and new to bring things to life. I am a thankful, ridiculously lucky girl.