Oven kaboom

My oven door exploded outward on me. Literally *on* me.

Ok, let's back up. The oven was dirty, and I needed to clean it. So I soaked the inside with an oven cleaner, then began to pull it out so I could clean underneath and behind it. I've moved it plenty of times, so it wasn't an issue.

During the moving process, the glass on the door unexpectedly burst, shattering all over me. It's this weird safety glass, so there are no jagged edges that were slicing at me.

See? It's filthy.

The day before Thanksgiving my oven door just blasts out like this. I'm thankful that I'm not hosting this year.

The Tube

Digging through my YouTube, I realized I was still subscribed to nearly two dozen dead channels. Meanwhile my recommended videos are all based on the weird stuff I've been digging up for the kids. 

Many years ago, I used YouTube to find new music. Independent creators with few outlets still use it to showcase their talent, and you don't even need to know how to play any musical instruments; you need only to know what you want it to sound like, and the patience to use any of the many digital tools available.

The result is a lot of musicians out there that don't pander to the lowest common denominator, and my musical tastebuds were always satisfied. 

However...

In the intervening years, the algorithm has changed, and my kids would ask me to find things for them. The result is that it thinks I want to see politics and gameplay videos. I don't even know how to massage the system to get my old feed back.

The great candy heist

So while my wife may be brilliant, my son, my thirdborn, is calculating and methodical. I don't know how, but he found the hidden candy. 

He doesn't even know I have a blog, so we can't blame that. In fact, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what blogging is.

I don't know how, but he found the candy stash. He was careful enough to hide the candy wrappers, and was only found out when eventually caught red handed. His overconfidence was his undoing.

So now the wife is bummed that she has to actually buy Christmas candy.

Twelvelection day

So my son turns twelve today, and it's also election day. My kids take their birthday off of school, but he had it by default, so had to share it with his siblings.

His mother kept him home on Friday to make up for it, but whatever. 

Every time an election comes around (it's the midterms this year) it feels more and more like a New Years countdown, but I don't know if I'm going to cheer when it ends.

The neighbors

My backyard neighbor's two year old daughter went marauding across lawns, and was quickly absorbed into the menagerie of rampaging youths occupying my senses. Honestly I'm proud at how quickly they adapted their styles to accommodate this pint sized newcomer.

I met these neighbors when they first moved in, four years ago. But as the length of my yard is, well, long,  I didn't see them much seeing as I don't generally spend much of my time back there. Getting to know the neighbors is always nice.

Also, it's unseasonably warm. We're still in short sleeves here.