Monthly Archives: August 2009

Episode 121: In which there are things ON FIRE.

Okay. So today… I was hungry. I’m often hungry at work. And I decided, as I often do, to make microwave popcorn in the executive kitchen. I threw the bag in, turned it on, and walked back to my desk. Then… I heard a funny noise coming from the general direction of the microwave. So I turned back around, to see what the noise was, and there were GIANT ORANGE FLAMES inside the microwave.

Apparently, the spaghetti with meat sauce that had boiled over… you know, the spaghetti and meat sauce that I thought I would clean up later? Yeah. The spaghetti and meat sauce chunks got hot enough to set the microwave popcorn bag (which I had just set on top of it)… on fire.

On my way home from work, there was a car. It was in a field. Not particularly notable, except that the car was ON FIRE. The field, incidentally, was also on fire.

Then, in the grocery store line, the man in front of me… he had googly eyes on his glasses. I asked if I could take a picture of him, because I take pictures of things with googly eyes on them. Then, he told me he got them at Burning Man. Which he attends every year. And we talked some more about fire.


P.S. No, I did not burn down the office.

Like another world.

A couple of weekends ago, some friends invited us to their property in Nevada City. We drove up Friday night and stayed through Saturday. I had been feeling soul-sucked and shallow, and for this one night, and the day following, I felt more alive than I had in a number of weeks. We were there for less than 24 hours, but I came back feeling like I’d been on a week-long vacation. Friday night, I was surrounded by good friends, good food, games, and a campfire, all in the middle of a truly epic pine forest. I fell asleep to the sound of an acoustic guitar and the less structured song of the river.

Saturday, we tried out . . . The Waterslide. The Waterslide gets capital letters, see, because it’s not just “a waterslide”. It’s . . . The Waterslide. Covered in slick vinyl, you get on and slide down, inevitably faster than you’d meant to, until you hit the bump at the end, which flings you into The Water. The Water also gets capital letters, because it was FIFTY-SIX DEGREES. Sliding and swimming, laughing and splashing, kids and dogs and pancakes and sunshine.

Sometimes, a little slice of heaven sneaks up on you when you least expected it. You smile and you breathe deep and you wonder how you ever got so lucky. This was one of those times.