Last weekend I built a fire in the fireplace, making the house feel nice and cozy. As I enjoyed the crackling of the flames in my darkened living room, I forgot to remove the Winnie-the-Pooh ceramic pot with the two toy monkeys from the fireplace inset. The metal gets scorching hot and as the fire died down, I gasped when I finally saw the monkeys (They look a bit like Curious George and his cousin.) still sitting there, probably sweating, but no smoke emerged from the pot. I grabbed the pot quickly—why quickly I don’t know—because it had been sitting there now for more than two hours. When I took George and cousin out of the pot, their bottoms and tails were a bit warm but that was all. Maybe Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, and Eeyore saved them. Who knows?
A giggle bubbled up. Not sure why I thought it was funny, or if I just felt dumb and relieved. Those monkeys could have caught fire and maybe even burned down the house, and here I was laughing.
Well, not much of a blog. And other than a bit of winter after the spring-like weather of the past few weeks, there’s not much else to talk about.