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Posted on 12/01/2006 12:55:15 PM PST by ecurbh
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Poor little Joshua! I'm sure he was horrified! Glad to know everyone and everything (except the grass, of course) is OK.
My parents' home had a screened window over the sink that we kept open, at least a little bit, all year round when we were home and awake. (It was seven feet off the ground, and a trellised honeysuckle tree-vine full of bees and wasps came up to the bottom sill. VERY safe, even in that neighborhood!)
One summer day, I put a pot of wieners on the stove to boil (dunno if I was planning on wiener sandwiches, or my wiener-rice saucepan casserole). Before they came to a boil, I was drawn out the back door -- something about our five dogs, probably. Both my parents were outside, and when they realized I had come out, too, they gave me a task. You just didn't tell my mother "No," or "Just a minute," or anything other than "Yes, Mamma."
Suffice to say, I got distracted.
We heard the firetruck coming --- couldn't miss it, the dogs were all howling counterpoint. When we realized it had turned into our block, we all --- including the dogs -- ran down to the gate on the other side of the house from the kitchen --- unless it was imperative, you didn't casually walk past the honeysuckle tree-vine.
We lived in the middle of the block. It wasn't until the truck when down to the corner, turned around in the church parking lot, and then came back up the street that I remembered the wieners.
Luckily, it wasn't even a fire, just smoke from the burnt saucepan. Our neighbors --- good neighbors! --- had seen the smoke pouring out of the kitchen window, had tried to call, had even rung the doorbell, all in vain since we were out in the back yard, a good fifty feet from the house.
As I recall, that may have been the last time my daddy used a belt on me ...
I bet! Wow! Not much is scarier than a grass fire. Your account reminds me very much of the scene in Little House on the Prairie where Laura helps Ma and Pa do the backburn against a prairie fire.
Goodness! How and why did he set the grass on fire?
Happy birthday love!
Now I r teh old.
No you're not, I'm not ready to be married to some old guy.
You sure had to pick a cold day for it, though. Brr.
It's -12 here. What's it there?
It's 23 right now. Supposed to get up to about 32 this afternoon.
They're saying 7 overnight. That's pretty close to as extreme as it gets for us.
It's enough
Squirrels aren't frozen yet...
Plus 7? Bah!
Good morning :~)
I think our friend Bob did burn his house down when he was a kid.
He took a stick from the fire and lit a little pile of dry grass on the ground.
Normally, Steve is out there with them and they take "handfuls" of grass and small twigs and put them on the fire, then they burn up anything I would normally shred...like those pesky credit card applications and stuff that come in the mail...
So when he said he was burning some grass, that's what we thought he meant.
There's a lot of "shouldn't'ves" at play here...
Happy Birthday!
You know, I keep trying to put a time on the whole event...I can't. It seemed like forever we were working on putting it out and it occured to me at one point that we weren't going to be able to and that we needed to call the fire department!
Then Steve got that cardboard (which was very big...as big as the floorpan of a Beetle) and it was wet and even had chunks of ice on it and started slamming that down on it and that took care of it.
Steve raked up the charred part before I could get a picture...now it just looks like a large shadow in our yard.
He raked it, then ran the hose on it for a long long time...
*Shakes head*
Did ya ask him what he was thinking?
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