Something old and something deliciously new (standard:humor, 947 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 07 2010	Views/Reads: 2912/1926	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Nobody hates change more than Yours Truly. I do not even like change jingling in my trouser pocket. After all, I lived long enough and have seen enough change that I do not care to see anymore. Some may accuse me of living in a rut, but it is my rut and I

Nobody hates change more than Yours Truly. I do not even like change
jingling in my trouser pocket. After all, I lived long enough and have 
seen enough change that I do not care to see anymore. Some may accuse 
me of living in a rut, but it is my rut and I am quite comfortable, 
thank you. 

Well, most of the time. 

Even though I am on a strict diet, I still find on occasion that I must
eat my words. And such is the case of the aforementioned statement. 
However, there is some change that I, even I, can believe in. 

For weeks, or has it been years, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
has been complaining about her stove. I did not enter in to this 
complaining about the stove, even though it was a very delicious 
temptation. After all, she is the one who bought this stove in the 
first place. And, it took her months to quit raving about how wonderful 
her new stove was. 

But things have a way of changing. 

Every now and then, I would hear, "This stove drives me crazy. I don't
know what I'm going to do with it." 

Being the astute professional husband that I am, I declined entering
into this banter about the stove. After all, the less I have to do with 
the kitchen area of our domicile the happier I am. 

Then it happened, as all things are wont to happen. For some reason my
wife could not turn off the stove. Common courtesy prevents me from 
repeating the lively conversation my wife had with the stove in 
question. What I can repeat is, she had run out of patience with this 
old stove. Consequently, she threatened the stove that if it did not 
shape up and work properly, she would replace it with something newer 
and better. She emphasized the word “better.” 

Now, I was concerned. Changing out the old stove with a new stove
represented a lot of work and inconvenience on all parties. Not to 
mention lots of dough. I convinced her to give the stove one more 
chance. 

Scowling at the stove she said, "OK, but this is the last straw." 

A few days later, I came home and things had changed... for the worst.
Contrary to the abovementioned warning, the stove did no such thing as 
shaping up. It still sat there refusing to turn itself off or allowing 
someone else to turn it off. In fact, my wife had pulled the stove 
completely out of its place and unplugged it. 

"I'm done with the old stove and I'm getting a new one," she said with a
tone of finality. 

There is a time and place to discuss everything but this was neither the
time nor the place to discuss a new stove. In fact, the new stove had 
already been ordered and was on its way. Discussion ended. 

Later that week the new stove had arrived and my wife was trying it out.
I was in my chair reading a book when I smelled something from the 
kitchen. Then my wife appeared with a cookie on a napkin and said to 
me, "Here, try this cookie to see if it's all right." 

You are familiar with looking a gift horse in the mouth? I eagerly
consumed the cookie and remarked that it tasted quite delicious. 

"I burned that batch of cookies. I'm trying to find out how this
convection oven works." 

A few minutes later she came in with another cookie and requested, "Try
this one and see if it's any better." 

I do not mean to brag, and I sure do not want to pat myself on the back,
but I could see a theme developing. I knew that my wife would not stop 
making cookies until she had it just right. 

"This cookie," I said rather thoughtfully, "is a little better than the


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