I sure had an unexpected, unwanted and terrifying event today. A grease fire. Well, the rooms may not have all been on fire, as Stevie’s song says, but my oven surely was. I had gone grocery shopping and on my way out, I ran into Barb and Dougie. She gave me a ride home. When I got in I put my food away and threw a steak in my oven on broil. I had it on a small cookie sheet on tin foil with the reflective side down. Sure enough, as I went to open the oven door cuz I heard a lot of crackling, the damn steak was on fire. I threw open the door, turned off the oven, opened the doors and windows and called Barbara. I got a busy signal and called 911 as the entire state of CT is 911, unlike MA. In Springfield, it was 911 but in Deerfield, it wasn’t.

My phone rang and it was Tammy. She was at the fire department when she heard the call. Luckily, the fire went out after I opened the door and I turned off the stove. During Tammy’s call, Barb and Dave flew over here. Obviously, they heard my smoke detector and my frantic call. That was very nice of them and Tammy was grateful, too. Barb told Tammy she’d stay till the fire department came and would always come over if she knew something was going on here.

Dave said the place looked great.

Barb showed me a tray that was in my oven since I moved in. That’s what I should’ve used by placing the steak on the top which is a rack and letting the grease fall under into the tray.

So the fire people came and inspected, but it was under control at that time. One firefighter said the stove was ok and that the steak looked good. He goes, “It looks like a damn good barbecue steak. I’d heat it up and eat it.”

Yes, it was a very very barbecued steak.

Another firefighter was the cable guy. He told me at the time he came to hook up my cable how he was a private detective and gave me his card. Also a volunteer firefighter. I called and told Dad, and he said you never close the door all the way when you’re broiling.

I hope tomorrow I get Ma’s package and Bob’s letter.

Later...

I got a wild letter from Bob but no package. Bob did warn me last night that it would be wild due to his state of mind at the time. It’s pretty funny, but there’s one part where he’s wrong about me. Where he said I must always want sex, but I don’t compared to the average person. Also, saying that I’d be willing to try whatever’s at hand is not true, desperate or not. God only knows I’m the pickiest person alive. I wish I wasn’t, though, cuz it’d be easier not to be so picky.