So, the other day I was about to light a scented candle when I suddenly realized I hadn't moved the kitchen matches up from our old house. Well, no problem, I'll just--I'll just--umm...I just stood there foolishly as I realized the problem: no matches, no cigarette or fireplace lighter, electric stove so no open flame, no pilot light anywhere as far as I could tell. There I was, standing in a house filled with high-tech stuff that can cook my food, wash my clothes, help me exercise my body, communicate over long distances, and entertain me sixteen ways from Sunday, but I can't make fire.
It seemed a very Chestertonian moment somehow.
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Some aluminium foil in the microwave wouldve done the trick. :)
Ha! How true! I'm glad you're back, Auntie Suzanne. I missed you!
Aluminum foil--now why didn't I think of that? Uncle Pookie probably would have.
It's good to be back, although I don't know how much posting I'll be doing.
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