Just when I thought that I didn't have anything to talk about on my blog, my mother has a fire in her house. When she got hurt in January, I spent several Saturdays helping her clean her house. When I got to her laundry room, I told her that she really needed to let me help her get rid of things. She said, "someday we'll do that, but not today." Knowing that she didn't feel up to it, I let it rest.
She called me on Monday and said, "you were right! I have way too much junk that I'm hanging on to and I'm going to get rid of it. I had a fire in my laundry room." Wow! Is that a prompting we ignored or what? Luckily, she smelled the smoke before it took her house down and she knew right where her fire extinguisher was. My mom is still a strong and smart lady and didn't fall apart when she saw the flames rising. I'm proud of her.
The fire department came and told her the fire was caused by spontaneous combustion. She had a dust rag that had oils in it in her cleaning caddy and a plastic bag had fallen on top of it. It generated enough heat that it started on fire. I guess that's a big lesson for all of us. Use the swiffer cloths and throw them out when we finish dusting.
We are grateful that it didn't happen when she was sleeping or when she was away from her home.
1 comment:
Wow! That's crazy! I'm so glad that everything turned out alright. It really could have become a bad situation fast!
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