Yesterday my husband yelled at me. “Linda. I have a problem!” I went running all over the house, trying to FIND him, upstairs, all around the first floor, then down in the basement, then yelled out the front door, then out the back door. Finally I went outside onto the driveway pad and saw him kneeling down out by the shop. The grass was on fire!!!!
He was trying to get it out, but the hose we have out there wasn’t working. He was trying to hook up another one. Part of the fire was right beside the shop. He had been burning trash. One of the pieces of trash came out of the barrel, fell down onto the ground, and WOOOSH! He finally got the hose hooked up and I used my thumb to spray it everywhere there were flames as much as possible. The flow wouldn’t reach the farthest flames, so he went out and stomped them while I ran to the shop to get some water jugs we keep for Amber in the shop. We used those to dampen things down. I went and got the sprayer attachment off the hose that wasn’t working and we got it on the replacement hose and I sprayed everything down again.
We are both okay and, other than the burned out grass, no damage.
He is NOW agreeing to check to make sure the water hose and sprayer are working BEFORE he tries to burn trash again. He also agreed to try to let me know where he IS the next time he yells for help. He did NOT agree to let me know when he decides to burn trash. ARRRRGH! I can’t rest for 5 seconds without him deciding to DO something.
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😱Oh no!! Well I’m glad he was okay and that there was no other damage besides the grass. At least he agreed to some of your terms anyway. 😊
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Yeah. We came out remarkably well for how it COULD have been. He admits he doesn’t know what he would have done if I hadn’t come out. We lucked out again. Thanks for writing.
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I know it was not a funny situation, and it could have turned out very differently, but (given the safe outcome) this did make me chuckle. Husbands are so difficult to manage sometimes.
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Boy, do I hear THAT! I seem to have won the lottery on difficult to manage husbands. Almost 55 years with him hasn’t done much to help, either. Thanks for writing. My dad taught me to see the humor in situations as a coping mechanism. Thanks for reminding me of that, too.
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