Tonight as we were eating dinner, my husband asked, “Where is that draft coming from?”
It’s seemed cold in the house today and he thought perhaps one of our basement windows blew out. That happened back in January. The force of the snow coming from the neighbor’s snowblower blew out a window and our pipes froze. We weren’t look forward to replaying that scene. Once a winter is plenty.
That’s when I realized we forgot to build a fire this afternoon. Well, duh. No wonder it’s cold, right?
That got my daughter talking about fires. “Some people think having a fire in the house is bad.” she said.
“Well, if it’s burning down the house, it’s definitely bad, but if it’s in our woodstove, that’s very good. And, if it’s in the kitchen stove while I’m cooking, well….”
“That’s normal!” my daughter exclaimed before I could even finish my sentence.
My cooking gets a bad rap. That’s all I gotta say.
Then I remember the time not long ago when my daughter stood in awe as a burner went up in flames.
Ok, so maybe she’s got a point.