It was 100o here yesterday. And there were fires, but quickly put out here, though a couple north of us are still burning but 50% contained. I've had two kitchen fires that did damage, and long ago at the cabin when my younger two were still going up with me in the summers for a month, my son was burning pine needles and thought he put out the fire before the three of us left for the Ranger talk at the ampetheather, but when we returned, the fire truck had been there, and one little tree was blackened. I'd trusted his Boy Scout skills. Just as I trusted my older son when I took the youngest and went to 7Eleven to get popcorn, so we could watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind (fire kind more like) and when we returned after ten minutes, the house was surrounded by fire trucks. My son thought he would "heat" the oil to get ready for the popcorn. Both sons were fifteen at the time, but hey, I've just been luckier with my carelessness. I was so relieved the three kids were okay I didn't worry about having to replace a cabinet, paint three rooms, and wallpaper a wall.
Fire is barely there and then whoosh. It's like it's opposite, water. They can do damage and take your life in an instant. Respect must be paid. So, yes I'm jumpy, but I have my reasons, and so does everyone else living in our state.
No comments:
Post a Comment