Hot And Bothered

Yes, that's my iron - outside.

• On the last item (so glad it was the last one, I'd been ironing for what seemed like forever!) in my pile of ironing the iron all of a sudden started to drag.  Followed by crackling and popping noises, and then as my alarm mounted, smoke started rising from the tip.  The darn thing was melting!

I think I might be ok in emergencies. I didn't scream or cry.  I simply pulled the cord from the wall as quick as I could.

Then asked The Husband to help.

I had him carry the iron out in the yard just in case it really started flaming.  (My Dad was a fireman, I've a healthy respect for things that can burn.)

The bad part:  the house smells like burning plastic, even now - though it's more light residual smell.  The other bad part:  I have to get a new iron.   Sigh...  I so dislike spending money.  And irons aren't exactly "fun" things to spend money on.

And what's left of the iron.

I was determined to buy one locally.  Nope.  Ended up at Amazon. I hope it's a good iron. Seems like buying anything is kind of a "crap shoot" these days.

The Husband - being the engineer he is - always wants to figure things out.  Like why all of a sudden the iron started overheating.  So, for fun, he took it apart this morning.  No way to tell the why.  But he sure enjoyed looking at the iron's innards.

•  It's been a few days since I've read much news on my iPad.  (I still so very much miss my morning newspaper reading routine.  But I keep seeing the newspapers on people's driveways right after delivery and I think I wouldn't enjoy that routine any more. There's like 3 or 4 pages of news, a couple more pages of ads. And that's it.  Totally not worth the time.  Or the money.)  Came across Jerry Johnston's column about Father's Day.  I liked it.

Father's Day

I wish my Dad had been able to share some of his fun sense of humor with my kids, he never knew any of them on this earth.  And, yes, I still sometimes miss him.

•  Actually received a thank you (albeit via text) from a granddaughter for her birthday gift from us.  As far as I remember this is the first "thanks" from kids in that family.  Warmed my heart.  And the text part was ok this time, because she included a picture.

• Today I'm grateful for a hero/husband who doesn't hesitate to take care of me.  Even when it includes carrying a smoking, smelly, hot iron outside because I'm too much of a fraidy-cat to do it myself.  I'm grateful for a new recipe to try that turned out ok, and made enough for leftovers tonight.  I'm grateful that the R.S. president allowed me to do my ministering interview by text - I really didn't want to go over to the church today. I'm hoping my friend won't mind that I told her I wasn't able to play the organ/piano duet with her - grateful for email that let me be a coward and not face her when I said it. And grateful that I have only one more week this month to play the organ and then it's one of the other sister's turn.