My ex-husband is in the fire industry and he gives fire prevention speeches. He educated the family on what the right thing to do is to prevent fires in the first place. Like unplug appliances that aren't in use. The toaster is the perfect one to start with. As mentioned in previous blogs, washing the lint vent with soap and water at least two times a year from the dryer is another one. Taking down Christmas lights particularly from the OUTSIDE of the house after January 1st of each year. And never ever have your butt higher than your head. Let me explain the last one. Usually when someone is bending over and extending their arm so far that their head becomes lower than their butt, they are doing something that they need to run from like lighting a charcoal grill incorrectly. That tidbit always makes everyone laugh.
|Fire in our subdivision|
|White Eagle Fire|
Wood is good when it is not so dry that the sun just makes it internally combust into flames. I've seen the firefighters heroically try to battle this never ending tiger. We've taken them Fresca Soda and fresh ripe watermelon to let them know we appreciate their hard work. These fires produce good outcomes if controlled such as in the west, Ponderosa Trees (like the ones I showed you in Bryce Canyon) won't drop their seeds until they reach a temperature of 500 degrees and animals such as gopher tortoises aren't able to venture through the thick brush so fire allows them to roam again. But again only when its controlled is this such a good thing for the ecosystem.
|They are using old equipment to fight this in our subdivision|
You just know where there is smoke, there is fire. Real fires and symbolic fires. I found this out with this gut feeling that my son was hiding drugs in his bedroom. The smoke showed itself in the form of eradict behavior and leaving his window screen off the window. At first I had been able to find the drugs in the usual places, in a back pack or under the mattress. But he got more clever. The fire finally produced itself when I persisted, looking in all the usual places, even in the most recent discovery of the campground fire under the last drawer of his dresser. Pull out the bottom drawer of the dresser of a teenager...this was a new one on me. I finally found the fire inside of his guitar and put out the fire, called his probation officer and sent him to jail. Hasn't been any fire nor smoke since then. He discovered that teenagers in jail didn't even know how to write. He learned the value of a pack of Oreo cookies as it is used as cash for bartering.
I've learned about other smoke with new friends. When you meet people for the first time and their life is filled with drama, it usually is smoke symptoms for underlying fire problems. And friends are supposed to be warm like a small fire not blazing like a destructive out-of-control fire. I've learned to prevent the this type of destructive fire in my life and usually don't become friends with people like this. I feel bad for them but I can't help them without being totally involved and I've learned the right thing for me to do is to just leave them to their own fires. I have my own fires that pop up now and again and living a life filled with smoke just doesn't give me enough oxygen to breath. I keep a fire extinguisher in the house, wash the lint trap, take down the outside Christmas lights after New Years Day and unplug the toaster. And never ever bend over with my head lower than my butt.