Machinery

The other day, Callie and I walked through the artsy organized neighbor's land next to the vineyard. It's just a plot of land where he stores wood, old machinery, bits of metal, terracotta tiles, and old road signs. There's no house; I think he might live down in the bottom of the adjacent ravine, but I'm not at all sure. There are just piles of stuff here and there, including dirt and gravel.

Part of an old rusty piece of machinery parked under the trees next to the vineyard.

Today we're expecting a repair man to come by and look at our kitchen stove. The electric burner seems to be shorting out as it trips the main house breaker every time we turn it on (the stove has three gas burners and one electric burner). Using the oven has no effect on the breakers so we think it's just the burner. The repair man is from the company that made the stove and we're hopeful he'll know what to do to fix it.

We're planning to take this opportunity to move and clean behind and under the stove. I shudder to think what it looks like back there.