When considering the things in life I’ve done and the various hazardous situations I’ve found/put myself in, I wonder at times what my true fascination is with fire.
No, really. I must have something wired backwards in my head.
My internal dialogue goes something like this:
“Oh, look. That’s a fire.”
“I bet it’s hot.”
“Oh, I doubt it’s nearly as hot as that OTHER fire we saw the other day.”
“You think so, eh? How could we test that out?”
“I’d just stick my hand in there. To make it scientific, count the number of singed hairs in a two second exposure.”
“Right!”
I suppose writing about it only puts me into the raving lunatic camp.
*sigh*
At the end of the day, I suppose the really marvelous thing is that people still come to me for advice with fire.
“Hey. Nice fire there. How hot do you think it is?”
“S’not that hot. Look, here. You can just barely make out the blisters forming under the blackened skin….!”
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