Yes, while driving around our neighborhood yesterday, we found this nearly-new stove sitting upon the curb.
Guess what we just happened to need?
And believe it or not, this is the second nearly-new stove we've hauled home from the curb. We moved into this house 13 years ago and the stove which came with it, well, it was brown and so. Ugly.
Less than a year later Tom found a much nicer, off-white stove on the curb and lugged it home. All these years later it worked mostly ok, but the handle fell off if you didn't open the oven a secret way and the knobs were peeling, the chrome was all scratched, and well, the poor thing had suffered mightily at the hand of Naomi and myself.
This new stove works wonderfully, the door included.
So anyway, I just thought I'd share our latest curb story with you. And too, our neighbor helped us move the old stove out and the new stove inside just two minutes before snow began falling. Snow? Snow? So early in October? (Here's the scene from our front porch this evening.):
But even so, is God good or what?
P.S. I am so not making this up!
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