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Just In Case – A Fire – Afire

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Just In Case – A Fire – Afire

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I was looking back at some older posts of mine when I hadn’t been blogging very long, just to see what I’d written. This one was from December 15, 2014.

So, just in case you need something to read today, I’m re-posting it. At the time of the first posting only one person read it, and she is/was my neighbor. Thanks K! 🙂

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A FIRE…AFIRE

Just thinking about fire. You know when you are thinking of something and you say your thoughts are on fire, or when you’re writing something, and it is going really good, you feel like you are on fire with the words pouring from your mind, this is a good thing, right? I guess it is a bit of a cliche, or just a figure of speech, to say or hear the words someone says to you, when you are getting things done at a good pace, “Wow, you’re really on fire, today!”

Everyone knows we are not literally on fire; it’s basically a compliment…I think. But, have you ever really been on fire? I would hope not, and my prayers go out to anyone who has been. However, I have been on fire, sort of…my hair caught fire one time.

It is a funny story, now, but at the time it could have been worse. It was on my birthday, a few years back. My daughter had made me a super cool cake, made from Krispy Kreme doughnuts, covered in chocolate frosting. I leaned over to blow out the candles on top, never noticing my long hair had caught on fire. I heard sizzling and everyone started hollering and hitting me! Well, that’s just great…a great way to wish someone a happy birthday. Then, I heard what they were yelling, that my hair was on fire! Well, it didn’t do too much damage, and we did laugh about it, later. The cake was delicious, too!

Another time I encountered a fire, was when I was doing telemarketing. It was for selling those local coupon booklets. The company promised delivery of an order within minutes of placing one. This day, though, the drivers were all out on calls, and I volunteered to drive the booklet out and collect the money…but, it was to the next little town over. I knew I could do it, though, and I hurried over there. When I got to the house and knocked at the door, no one answered. The main door was open, just a screen there, and I could see the lady. She was asleep on the couch. The only thing was, was something was on fire in her kitchen! Smoke was coming out of there, and I kept hollering for her to wake up. Finally, she did, and ran in there to put it out. She was happy I came by when I did. I collected the money and left.

This next time, me and my husband were traveling down the highway, between towns. It was very seldom we saw a house or farm along this stretch of road. The weather was dry, as usual, in Texas, and the grass was all crispy brown like it gets at times. As we passed along, we saw a small wildfire just getting started, out in these people’s field, coming closer to their house. The lady of the place was frantically trying to smother the fire with a blanket, but needed help. We pulled over, jumped out of the car, and helped her put it out. A couple of more passersby did the same. Glad we were able to help.

Well, another time, I did catch the stove in our government housing afire. I forgot the cinnamon toast in the broiler, and it went up in flames. I called the fire department, who came with sirens and lights. The whole neighborhood came out to watch. Our stove was toast! Kaput! There was a write up in the newspaper about it, later, and was a bit embarrassing that my lack of focus concerning bread in the oven (a bad habit of mine) had caused such a commotion.

Those are the fiery thoughts I had today. Hope you have had better luck with fire!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

I Can’t Think of a Title For This One

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I did this post 4 years ago, and pretty much no one saw it, so I thought I’d dust it off, and y’all can see what I was doing back then. One update to it is at the time I didn’t have a phone that you could enter notes on an app, but I have one now (and I still don’t remember to use it). I also didn’t have any tags, or categories, or a good-bye sign off, either. haha!

Have a few laughs with this one. 🙂

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I CAN’T THINK OF A TITLE FOR THIS ONE

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Yeah, up above where I’m supposed to put a title to this piece, it says ‘title optional’…okay…but I don’t like to leave it blank. I’ve spent way too much time trying to think of something catchy, so I’ll just say the truth. I can’t think of one, because this is just a bit of randomness that happens here…one little episode, that reveals what my ADHD brain goes through on a daily basis.

This one starts out with cats, and evolves into cleaning out my purse. So, see…try to think up a title for that. Anyway, here goes…

I’m going around the house, picking up all the little cat toys. They are all over the floor, in several rooms, because, well, I throw them at the cats. Not actually at them…well, sometimes I do, but for the cats to chase. Except mostly, they don’t chase them. They just watch me throwing toys in the air. Oh, they may take a half-hearted swipe at one, if it lands right by their feet. I think they enjoy watching the ‘crazy lady’ that plays with cat toys.

Okay, so I’m picking them up (the toys…not the cats) using the long wand thing with pinchers on the end – the gopher, picker-upper tool – and putting them in the cat’s toy basket, which is on a little table. My purse is sitting by the basket, and I think, hey, I should clean out my purse.

So, I start taking things out. It’s like one of those clown cars, where more and more clowns come out of the little car. Well, more and more things come out of my purse. It isn’t really a big purse…just medium sized, I’d say. How can so much junk accumulate in there? Well, because I’m disorganized, for one thing.

Disorganized, distracted, and I tend to stuff lots of things in there. I tell myself it is for those ‘just in case’ type of days, but really, there’s hardly ever an ‘in case’ moment that actually happens. Other times, I’m in too big a hurry to put something away, so in the purse it goes. Then it is forgotten, until the next time I happen to clean it out.

And now, I’m standing there pulling out random items, until I have a large pile, there on the table. At that point, I go get a plastic bag to put trash in, and most of it is just trash I’ve been hauling around. It’s no wonder my purse is so heavy. By now, I’ve gotten tired/bored with the whole thing, so I just dump all of the items into the plastic bag. I say I’ll go through it later. Now, it is two days later and it is still there where I left it.

My projects have little chance in being finished…ADHD won’t let me focus long enough. Halfway through, I’m getting antsy, have to move on to something else. Doesn’t matter…it’s already forgotten, and I’m on the move again. Anyway, since I’m writing about this purse episode, let’s get back to the formerly forgotten plastic bag.

Want to see what’s in there? Are you curious/brave enough to stick around, while I reveal what was in my purse? If not, look away now…it’s ok. Here goes…

  • microfiber cloth
  • a pair of socks
  • a pair of underwear
  • 2 – 39 gallon trash bags
  • pkg. of hand wet wipes
  • 3 extra pks. of wet wipes
  • stretchy hair band, purple w/skulls
  • 3 wrist bands from the hospital (from
  • surgery last week) I.D., Fall Risk, and
  • Allergy
  • 14 grocery receipts
  • 5 grocery lists
  • 1 Dr. appt. card
  • 7 peppermints
  • 3 pennies, 1 nickel, 2 quarters (found)
  • 3 unused gift cards,
  • billfold, keys, sunglasses, pill container
  • 3 e-cigs, reg. camera & case, & disposable camera

Pretty crazy, huh? And the worst, sad, horrifying thing about it, is what is ‘not’ in there. There is no paper or notebook to write on. The one most important item a writer should always have with them, is something to write ideas on, quickly, before the thoughts evaporate. How can this be? Oh, yeah, I’m forgetful…forgot to put one in there the last time I changed purses. That’s why I sometimes write on napkins, or receipts, and have to check them before I throw them away, just in case I wrote on them. (no, I don’t have one of those phones that you can type a list on an app…is that a real thing?)

So, now that we’ve all had a good laugh, care to tell me what you carry around…just in case? 🙂

P.S. I started writing this earlier this morning,..got halfway through… left it to go to lunch, and appt. and grocery store. Hey, at least I finished it! Yay

**This is the end of the original post…which was done May 14, 2014.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS