Really. Books moved and dropped and yet again with the fire. I set the oven on fire yesterday, as is my seeming need to start fires and it’s been quite a while. The short version: plastic item left in the oven, a preheat setting that caused melting and mess. So off we went. A whole heck of a lot of smoke, rolling like clouds, and small flames jutting through the burners on top. Inside the oven, an amazingly attractive and petite melt of strings and pearls. The photos do not due justice.

I ended up with forms to rival that of the crayons melted in a child’s Easy-Bake Oven.

I soldier on.