Oh, so sad about grandpa. We had to put him in a home.

I was home and sick the other day, victim to the government created flu that people have been getting (although mine was also mixed with a sinus infection) and I thought it would be a good time to clean the cast iron skillet.

I'd made some brunch recently, and there was some butter in the bottom of the skillet, which isn't really a big problem for the skillet—in fact that's a great way to keep it from rusting—but I wanted to put it away, so it needed to be cleaned.

Here's a good look at my thought process.

I'll just put on a good liter or two of water, put it on the stove to boil and season it and pop it in the oven for a while.

Man it's cold in here. I need some socks. I'll go get some up in the bedroom.

Hey look! The tulips are opening up. They look really pretty... I'll just go get my camera. Trudge upstairs, grab camera and macro lens. Take pictures, bring a CompactFlash card upstairs and start to download them, back to my flowers in the bedroom to take some more shots.

Boy it sure smells like gunpowder in here. Yeah, that smells just like that smell from when my dad used to take me shooting. Boy I miss target shooting, wonder if I'll ever get to do that again. Huh, I wonder what that is.

I sure have to go to the bathroom, these damn antibiotics and the flu are keeping me pretty often in the bathroom. Oh, look we have a copy of Bicycling's Gear Guide. I'll read that. Sure wonder what that gunpowder smell is, oh well.

Nice bikes. I wonder why they don't ever put Calfee in here any more. I mean that's fine with me, who wants more people owning my bike, right? Man this page is really poorly laid out, why would anyone want to read a page sideways.

Hum, looks like we're almost out of toiletpaper, I'll have to get some more. Wash hands, I don't like this soap container always clogging up like that. I should find a toothpick or something and fix that, right after I open the door and go back to shooting more flowe.....

Why the hell is my bedroom full of smoke? Acrid, gunpowder smelling smoke. Shit, why is my house on fire?

Run quickly downstairs, look in basement to see if furnace is on fire. Nope. Run back to kitchen and....

Oh look, the magnetic trivet was stuck to the bottom of the cast iron skillet when I put it on the stove before, and now it's melting off and shooting big flumes of plastic-carcinogens into the air as it melts all over my stove.

I better turn that off, turn on the fan, put water from skillet in sink, oh look the plastic from the trivet is falling into the sink. I should turn on some water so that doesn't scald something. Of course there's a disposal in there and now I have charred plastic in there. Sigh. That's going to cost a lot to replace.

Well I better go to the basement and get that big fan and air out the kitchen, open all the windows. Man I'm cold in here now, I better go get a sweatshirt.

Hey, look at those flowers!

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[rita]

Pull yourself together (just enough), grandpa. I hope everything's okay and you feel better.