I had planned to do nothing today, But, when I tried to nuke a cold cup of coffee, I learned that the kitchen microwave had gone tits-up. It made a weird screeching noise and didn't heat the coffee.
Talking to Belle, we decided that the microwave had come with the house, which was built in 2001. So, 18 years on the microwave wasn't bad at all. We looked online, then proceeded to Lowe's whee we bought a microwave.
Taking the old one out was a joy, cursing level 6. Some sadistic engineer had put a hidden latch on the mounting plate. None of the half-dozen YouTube videos I watched said anything about a hidden latch. But, one we got the old, defunct appliance off the wall, the installation of the new unit proceeded almost cuss-free.
I think it looks pretty darned good. For an old man and two teenage boys, it worked out all right. Belle is pleased, and that is all that matters.
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