One BD Party, No Piano, One Fire
Kaede was invited to a birthday party of her good friend at the daycare. The photo is of this year's very first strawberry in the garden! Mai ate it in the car on the way to the birthday party. Yes, it was tiny, but after Mai chomped on it, the wonderful, sweet smell filled the car. The party was held at McDonald's on Austin. Very nice party, though I could not brave myself into the kids athletic area after hearing ear-splitting screams of them for three seconds.
I am looking into buying a used piano now, so that I can get the girls start off with some music. I went onto the Craigslist on Friday and found a few good ones, and since I was busy on Saturday, I was trying to see them today. It turned out both were bought already, by the time I was able to go and see.
Because we ate late afternoon at the party, we were not hungry, so I decided to boil some corns and make salad to go with it. I was in the kitchen, trying to tidy up as I mixed the salad, when I saw a fire under the boiling pot. I lifted it and saw fire coming below the burner. At a glance, I saw there was a lot of oil (my husband spilled it while cooking the day before, but did not clean it) in the tray underneath, which was burning up. I did not see it nor pay attention before putting the pot filled with water onto the burner. By watching the fire becoming bigger in front of my eyes, the fact that I almost fell in panic struck me. I shouted "Fire!" then "Bring a wet towel!" The towel my husband brought was half dry, so I said "Not enough!" By the time my husband threw the towel onto the fire, it was starting to tower up, just like what you see on TV as firefighter's demonstration, and the wall was blackening up to the ceiling. If it were 20 seconds later I would not be writing this. The wall paint must be of water/fire resistant one, it turned out that it was blackened because of the soot and not of burn.
My lesson today: Make thick towels handy at all times in the kitchen, for wetting and throwing onto the fire (I only had thin or small ones, which were functional). Always check the tray under the burner before putting anything on. I simply can't keep up with everything my husband does, and also, I have exhausted all ways to tell him about tedious things that he should pay attention to, which could lead to major things. Maybe I can get the girls to nag him now. At least, he hears them, or does not despise hearing them (yet).






































