We bought a new stove last week. It has a lot of electronic bells and whistles. Our old stove, ca. 1974 (I know, I know), could never have dreamed of such gadgetry.
The old stove’s timer emitted a honking blast of noise that just kept going until one of us ran into the kitchen, hands over our ears, to turn it off. The new stove’s timer beeps in a pretty little way when the time is up. If we don’t go in and press the keypad, it’ll beep again in about a minute. Makes sense…wouldn’t want to burn the dog biscuits because we missed one beep.
Last night, the timer beeped to signal our freshly picked, local, non-GMO corn on the cob was ready. We were talking and ignored it. So it beeped again. Rod, who hadn’t yet used the new timer, looked at me questioningly. Why is it beeping again? Didn’t it already go off?
Yes, I said, but you have to acknowledge it.
Rod walked into the kitchen and planted himself in front of the stove. In a very sweet voice he said, You are a very good stove. Thank you for all you’re doing to help us.