My eldest son
likes me to blog about the past. This post is the story of two teakettles and
how amazing it was the fire department didn’t visit.
December 1965.
My parents had moved out of town, so I’d had to get an apartment. It was just a couple of blocks from where I worked. Of course, being young and
horny all the time, John spent the majority of his nights with me in my
apartment.
When John got
to the apartment, I was still at work. The firm consisted of all men except for
me. That particular day was just before Christmas, so the firm was having the
office Christmas party.
Oh, did I
mention it was cold and snowy outside? Well, it was. So, John very thoughtfully
drove the couple of blocks so I wouldn't have to walk home. The men in the firm welcomed him
with open arms and full glasses. We had a lot of fun before we finally got in
the car and returned to the apartment.
It’s true about
John being a thoughtful man. Before he left to get me, he put the teakettle on
the stove so we could have tea when we got back. Well, it hadn’t been a quick trip and that
teakettle melted onto the burner. It was ruined, but thankfully, nothing caught
fire.
The second
teakettle loss happened several decades later. It had nothing to do with being
thoughtful. John was home with Thor who was either in his late teens or early
twenties. John put the teakettle on the stove but raised the lid so it wouldn’t
whistle…not the smartest idea.
John and Thor
were watching something on TV…probably that crazy guy who had all kinds of
weirdos on his show. I don’t remember who or what they were watching, but it
was hugely entertaining. By the time John remembered the teakettle,
it too had begun to melt onto the burner. They rushed out and bought a new
teakettle and tried to make me think it was a gift they simply wanted me to
have; however, neither of them could keep from laughing and smirking, so they
had to tell on themselves.
It was all
fine. The new teakettle was better than the melted one and I'm still using it.