Sometimes, we need a knot jerked in our tails to remind us of what is important. Reminds me of the saying, Best Laid Plans.īut we have much to be thankful for.and that's the point of Thanksgiving. The baby is early according to doctor's predictions. In all the whirl of planning for family gatherings, I didn't consider any of this happening. They made us grandparents for the first time. On Friday, son #1 and DIL end up in a third hospital in labor.yep! You guessed it. On Wednesday, FIL ends up in ER in another hospital.but is released late Thursday. Thank goodness.Īlso on Tuesday, a family member went to the hospital for surgery. Thankfully, I only burned the bread crumbs.and all the smelling senses in my nostrils. IF.I had followed my first instinct, I could have burned the house down. My years of teaching kitchen safety kicked in.that's what makes this so awful! I looked out the kitchen door, sure enough, there were dried leaves on the deck. "BAD COOKING," I gasped, slammed down the phone, checked the oven, can't see for smoke, rush to open windows, turn on ceiling fan, cough, wipe tears, grab pot holders.NO. By now the alarm company is calling to verify our emergency. Turned the oven off, tossed baking soda on the flames, closed the oven. Rushing to the kitchen, I found smoke rolling out of the oven. So, I put the bread crumbs in the oven and walked out. Thanksgiving dinner is two days away and the walls are caving in on you. On Tuesday, I was multi-tasking.you know the drill. Perhaps with smoke.which is so ironic as FLAMES OF DECEIT has just been released, but I digress. Our week was so confusing I don't know where to start.
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