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Jizo Bosatsu!
Aug. 2nd, 2005 11:13 pmSo, I'm sitting here at the computer trying without any success at all to catch up with all the different things I want to do (correspondence, email lists, LJ discussions, filing, paperwork, games I've in online, the CV I keep not finishing, trip planning, army lists for a miniatures campaign) and I go to the living room to pick up a couple of books to comment on something someone has written. And I discover that the smoke smell I kept noticing was not, as I thought, the leftover scent from the burnt marinade for my steak, but an actual little fire!
Apparently the cloth potholder/glove that I had been using had somehow gotten hot enough to burn and started smouldering, which I did not notice when I put it down on the counter after I took the broiling pan out of the oven for the last time. So it just sat there merrily burning away and producing clouds of smoke, which I didn't notice because I moved from the living room into the kitchen.
The place is filled with smoke, so I have all the windows open and the fans running. The potholder is in the (steel) sink, having been moved with great care and then had several gallons of water poured over it. The counter is (somehow) only slightly marked, though still a little hot to the touch (I'm continuing to check it and the drawers underneath).
And you know what I learn from this (besides "pay more attention to the smell of smoke" and "no more insulated cloth hot mats")? Cats. Cats suck as smoke/fire/trouble detectors. They had been very active when I came home and needed to feed them, but they relaxed after that and told me nothing about the fire. Apparently this was "just another of those weird thigns humans do that make no sense". Great.
Apparently the cloth potholder/glove that I had been using had somehow gotten hot enough to burn and started smouldering, which I did not notice when I put it down on the counter after I took the broiling pan out of the oven for the last time. So it just sat there merrily burning away and producing clouds of smoke, which I didn't notice because I moved from the living room into the kitchen.
The place is filled with smoke, so I have all the windows open and the fans running. The potholder is in the (steel) sink, having been moved with great care and then had several gallons of water poured over it. The counter is (somehow) only slightly marked, though still a little hot to the touch (I'm continuing to check it and the drawers underneath).
And you know what I learn from this (besides "pay more attention to the smell of smoke" and "no more insulated cloth hot mats")? Cats. Cats suck as smoke/fire/trouble detectors. They had been very active when I came home and needed to feed them, but they relaxed after that and told me nothing about the fire. Apparently this was "just another of those weird thigns humans do that make no sense". Great.
