Count Your Blessings

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This old gal…

Remembers young me and that brother of hers…trying to start a fire outside with a magnifying glass…didn’t work…never really thought it would…years later…those daughters of mine and their mama…engrossed in those survivor shows…bare butted adventurers…cooking over an open fire started with a mirror or something…pshaw…yeah right…

Well scoffer me…shall scoff…no more…

Headed out to the car…happened to see white whirls…near the back of the house…looked like mini dust tornadoes…mini white…dust tornadoes…was curious…so went to check…and what to my wondering eyes should appear…but smoke…white whirling smoke…emanating from burning mulch…having been set on fire…by two glass decorative balls…

A scramble to the kitchen…a shout to that man of mine…three buckets of water later…a tragedy…was avoided…the what ifs…soon followed…what if…this old gal hadn’t left the house when she did…what if…she hadn’t noticed the smoke…and why…weren’t those cat friends of ours…frantically meowing at the door…in Lassie fashion…alerting us to danger…

This will need to be addressed…but we still count our blessings…we are safe…we are sound…and in true survivor fashion…we may have been afraid…but thankfully…we weren’t…naked…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…