Do you multi-task? I used to be able to do several things at the same time running here and there, picking up this, dusting that, baking a cake, and on and on…..
Well yesterday I had been outside early moving the sprinkler from spot to spot making sure everything was getting watered thoroughly due to this infernal heat wave and I came back inside to make some toast. I slathered my bread with butter, placed it on some foil, and put it in the oven under the broiler. I prefer this method over a toaster. Then out of the blue I get this hair brained idea that I need to quickly run outside and turn off the sprinkler. I then proceed to weed some of the flower beds, water the potted plants and then clean up my new hosta bed removing all the dead leaves that this weather has fried. Feeling pretty proud of myself over the amount of work I had just accomplished, reality of the situation set in. In plain English this means my husband was yelling out the back door, “Are you trying to burn the house down”, as he choked on the smoke billowing out into the morning air. It still took me a minute or two for it to register that I had toast in the oven under the broiler. Luckily we have a privacy fence or the neighbors would have been enlightened to this situation as well. We threw open the windows,
enlightening all the neighbors as the smoke rolls out turned off the stove, and then turned around to see all the ash and soot that had settled on everything in the kitchen. I slowly opened the stove door and there was my soot filled oven and charcoal briquette toast. My husband was trying to explain to me that he could have been burned to death while taking a shower. Now, I ask you, “Is that even possible?” Anyway to make a long story short and a day of dusting and cleaning really long, I spent the day cleaning my oven the old fashioned way, by hand. Have you ever tried to set a gas oven to self cleaning when the temperature outside is triple digits? Not wanting to add that to my list of developing problems for the day, I then dropped my favorite Anthropology small, green bowl that holds my scrubby into the cast iron sink and broke it. Then not to be out done by that last little drama, one of the glass shades from my ceiling light fixtures slipped through my hands while putting it back up. That couldn’t have happened to it before I went to the trouble of washing the blackened grime from it.
I now have one very clean kitchen and one ceiling light fixture with bare bulbs and no shade. Just don’t look up when you come over for coffee. I'll be sitting today with my leg elevated with an ice pack from the muscle I pulled.
P.S. I really would like to thank everyone for their kind response to the previous post on our dog, Annie. She drew her last breath on July 26th and will be sadly missed by her loving family.