Tiger, I hope you find the responses here somewhat reassuring. I hope you're still checking back too! Regardless of how small the chances were, it is not a good feeling to realize the risks you took even if you got away without injury (I used to drink and drive when I was young and stupid). I think the smart course now would be first, to realize you cannot change the exposure you may have had. But to recognize it and its possible outcomes is a good idea. You are on the watch, no doubt, for the signs of many illnesses - chest pain and angina, trouble with eating or digesting, blood in the wrong places, pain in the wrong places,and symptoms of a stroke. Stay alert to how you are feeling, keep track of symptoms that emerge and report them to your doctor sooner rather than later if they prove consistent. Just add it to the things you are vigilant about, healthwise. But do take heart from what's been said here that the chances are minimal that there was damage, and realize there are probably many bigger risks in your life than that one - as there are in all of ours. Karin L

Hi Roulie, I was looking at the beautiful blue kitchens in your thread about painting your cabs, and went looking for this thread for more pictures and info about your kitchen. (I would try the SW Naval from Deb's island on one of your trial boards, it just rocks!) I have an opinion about the hole in your counter. I love the idea of using stainless, and if the Jenn-aire that was removed is the griddle next to the big Garland, I would suggest that you have someone come and fabricate a stainless steel cover that simply butts up to the range and covers the whole counter top surface, front overhang and all, for the length of counter top hole in the wood. That will give you a bulletproof landing spot for messy cooking. YOU may not need it, but you have at least one young person, and a messy spill on your butcher block with a stainless steel insert in the hole in the wood will be a lot harder to clean up than on a seamless sheet of steel. Have the fabricator match the finish as much as possible to that of the Garland, and it may not seem so much like another added texture in the room. It also occurred to me, looking at the photo, that there does not seem to be a range hood. Is that a problem for you, or do you not put a lot of grease into the air when you cook? A metal fabricator could fashion one to fit below that cabinet, and you could put the guts in the cab. Just something to think about if you have someone out to see about the hole in the counter. I went looking for your thread about your butcher block counter refinishing. The problem with wood near your sink area made me think of old porcelain 1920s to 1930s sinks as a solution. In my first search result I saw the one linked below, and it fit the one in my mind's eye perfectly. Something like this will better protect that beautiful refinished counter of yours. It prevents any more deterioration where the wood meets the back splash, as well, and does not go very far up the wall. Check out the link below. I think I am interested in your project because it reminds me of my own. I refinished a used bead board kitchen almost three years ago.I have an island top that is 25 years old sitting in my garage that is very similar to your butcher block. I did not use it when I bought it with my Green Demolition kitchen. I refinished my beaded-board oak cabinets from GD by hand sanding and re-staining them with a creamy oil-based stain that my local Sherwin Williams mixed up for me. I could not get a "pickled" stain in water-base. My routed-out lines were far closer together than yours, but you have a LOT of cabs to do, too. If I had to do it again, I think I might paint. I do not have tons of wood grain around like you do, and really like the grain peeking through, so staining was a good choice for me at the time. My problem was in getting the stain to stick to end grain. All my rounded edges exposed me to end grain, but I did not realize that this was my problem at the time. Stain did not stick well on the perimeter of all of my 34 doors and 20 drawers, and I have a rubbed-through look in places. I also have a few pieces that are a different color. Don't know if it was a stirring problem, a real color difference in the first stain can, or what. By the time I was done, I just did not want to know! Part of my problem is that I have asthma and had to wear terrible face masks to keep the VOCs out of my lungs. I had to work outside because of the fumes, too. In the steamy heat of the summer of 2010, I had little patience for problems and just let the color differences get by me. I just wanted it DONE. If you can paint with latex, it is a lot less bother and mess than what I went through! Oil-based stains are still the most common with wood. Here is a picture of my doors before I refinished them. If you want to see my kitchen (minus the missing cab door that we found in the carpenter's shop 6 months after I finished staining everything else), you can go to my website and see it at www.pbase.com/nancyb/image/127230055 Here is Here is a link that might be useful:

Thanks for posting the Holland story, Morz8. I first read it when DGS was diagnosed as a GERD baby. It was a help to me as I was figuring out how to help DS and DIL, who were overwhelmed by the situation at first. Especially as they live out-of-state. It is such a gentle lesson, but difficult - how to accept the unacceptable, and how to adjust gracefully to that which cannot be changed, and how to find the good in what appears so bleak. I haven't checked any boxes because I would have to check all of them. That's how touching these stories are! As Current Resident said, this is the internet at its best. Every person has a story. Even if you think you don't have a story, you do. I agree wholeheartedly that travel to a new place is a great way to challenge oneself, to find even a mild adventure, and to experience a change in perspective that can never be taken away. I remember what it was like returning to the States after my first year overseas in Israel and Jordan (some years before the 1967 war that changed my life), Israel then a second-world country, and Jordan almost third-world. I remember walking into my beloved Marshall Field's in the Chicago Loop and being bowled over, almost sick to my stomach at the vast amount of gorgeous stuff available there. I had totally adjusted to "poverty", small plain stores with not much in them, nothing remotely resembling a supermarket anywhere, few people owned their own cars, there was no tv, as neither country had television then, and on and on. But people lived with so much energy and happiness, with appreciation for the details of life and with plans for the future, just as we do. I did not understand how my values had changed until I got home. I was seeing the world with diffferent eyes now; this is what happens when you go to a different (and sometimes more difficult) place - your humanity expands.

The worst, busiest, most exhausting week of 2017 is behind me now and I need to sleep for 3 days and nights before I can read, catch up and comment more or less intelligently, but I'll try to comment on what I can before my eyelids get too heavy. I just popped in to say hi and haven't read everything---just skimmed through quickly. Amy, It started raining here around 5 p.m. It has been very light rain, but we're up to at least 0.15" now, the first time we've gotten more than 0.10" in one day in over a month. We're hoping to at least get enough moisture to hold down the clay-soil-turned-to-dust layer that sits atop the ground. I spoke with a friend from another part of the county and she described how their clay soil's upper layers had turned into an inch or so of dust and I said "Bingo! Ours too!" and it was so nice to find out we weren't the only ones whose clay is deteriorating. Neither of us ever has seen clay go dusty to this extent. It is weird. My favorite way to get what I want for Christmas (which always includes almost exclusively gardening supplies) is to buy what I want and then tell Tim "this is what you got me for Christmas". lol. It works every time. I hope your cat enjoyed her ninth birthday. Rebecca, Strawflowers grow great here. In fact, every type of everlasting flower I've ever tried has grown well here, and they're super-easy to dry and then use in wreaths, swags and bouquets. I did that a lot in our earlier years here before my pepper and tomato obsession took over all the available space. More than likely the Shasta daisies will come back, as long as they weren't pulled up by the roots. We actually were not out on fires. The south winds brought nice moisture flow (in the form of ever heavier clouds) over our county all day and the higher humidity (it only dropped into the upper 20s which is better than 10 or 12 or 15%) helped keep fires at bay. Yay, yay, yay! We went Christmas shopping and bought big Nerf dart guns for our niece's and nephew's boys so they could wage (safely) all-out war in the back yard on Christmas Eve. We were "trying" to be good and not buy anything too messy like paint, slime or play dough, nor anything that plays music or makes a ton of noise, so I hope the guns work. Tomorrow we'll shop for the girls. I was really wishy-washy about shopping for them when I tried to do it today---there's 400 billion girl's toys in all the stores and how anyone can figure out what to get for two sweet little girls is just beyond me. Oh, and we bought all the groceries and supplies (including those for the VFD) that we think we'll need for the next two weeks, just in case snow or ice arrive next weekend. I felt like we accomplished a lot, but then we had to hurry home and get ready for the annual VFD Christmas Party, which is my favorite night of the year. It was great, and now it is over, and I am really, really tired. We all almost never get to be together in the same place at the same time because when we are together, we are rushing around at fires. So, it is a luxury to spend 2 or 3 hours together eating a meal, exchanging gifts, laughing and enjoying a little bit of peace and quiet. Other VFDs covered our calls for us tonight while we were gone to the party in Texas---and we only missed one call, I think, and it was a gas leak after some part of a building collapsed and broke a gas line. I'm not sorry we missed that one. You would not be stupid to kill off any sort of grass in order to grow plants that contribute more to your little ecosystem there on your place. Kill, kill, kill the grass and plant what brings you joy! It is not at all surprising that people start fires when they should not. Many people either are clueless or do not care. Know when they begin caring? When they have to pay other people for the damage done when their "controlled burn" escapes control. Don't even let me get started on expressing my opinion about people who burn carelessly and without regard for other folks' property. Texas has much better laws than we do regulating prescribing burning. Take it easy and don't rush your recovery. Baking is fun and I love doing it too, but other than holiday baking and baking for the firefighters, I don't do it that much any more because grain-free baking that Tim and I can eat is so much harder, and chasing down all the grain substitutes takes up a lot of time and energy. Amy, Honey has too much energy! It is hilarious that she wore out the other dogs. Nancy, Pinterest and FB are full of hilarious gingerbread house fails. If I attempted a gingerbread house, I suspect mine would be like those....or, perhaps I'd do a half-decent house and then would come home to find that Pumpkin pushed it off the table or counter onto the floor and the dogs ate it. That's how life goes around here. Getting a lot of baking done quickly just comes from experience---and I got my experience with almost daily fires for months at a time in 2005 and 2006. I got used to coming home from one fire, taking a shower, throwing the smokey clothes in the washer, and then baking for the next fire. Then I'd clean up the kitchen and (hopefully) go to bed. The next day might be the same routine all over again. I just prefer home-baked goodies for the firefighters when possible. Nowadays we use pre-packaged, snack-size cookies a lot (I've yet to meet a firefighter who won't grab a little package of Nutter Butter cookies when they see them....it is strange that they are so universally adored!) Some years we hardly have any real fires that require cooking, other years that's all we have. Having a Sam's Club fairly close (in Denton, TX) helps because we can grab snacks pretty quickly if we need them, or I can even get Tim to stop by and grab stuff on the way home from work. Jennifer, It sure seems late for them to have harvested. Maybe I'm just used to earlier harvest dates further south and west? The equipment is so specialized now. When my dad and his siblings were children, their dad hired them out to pick cotton from sunrise to sunset for $1.00 a day, and if they were lucky, he'd give them a nickle or dime from their weekly earnings to spend at the general store in town on Saturday. That sounds cruel, but they were poor sharecroppers and the cash the kids could earn picking cotton helped the family buy things at the store, like salt and 1 pair of shoes per child per year, that they never, ever could have afforded otherwise. When there was no cotton to pick, if they needed anything from the store, my grandmother would barter for it, trading her eggs or cream or butter or whatever for the items she needed. The problem with bartering was that there never was enough food anyway, so bartering away any of it just meant more hunger somewhere down the line. Picking cotton was painful, difficult work and I don't know how anyone could put their kids to work doing it, but times were different in the 1920s and 1930s, and it was such a hard struggle to survive. We are lucky to live in a different era when big machines do so much of the tedious harvesting once done by hand. Kim, I agree that being snowed into a camper would not be fun, so I am glad to hear you plan to get to Denton before any anticipated winter precipitation arrives. They GPS-mapped our fire from earlier in the week and said it was only a little over 500 acres. No one who was there thinks it was mapped accurately but, you know what, I am staying out of that discussion. It was just flat bad no matter the size---the smoke plume was visible from 100 miles away. My son had coworkers who live a long way from here contacting him to ask if he was at the big fire, and we were shocked they could see it from their communities where they live. Usually after a fire like that has scared the fool out of everyone in the county, we have a quiet week or two because nobody wants to be the person who starts the next big fire. So, we're hoping for a couple of quiet weeks. We might still have medical calls, motor vehicle accident calls, etc. but if we could get through the holidays without another big wildfire, that would be so awesome. There's rain in our forecast for next week around mid-week. Have y'all seen that? Then snow in the forecast for the weekend, though I still have a wait-and-see attitude about that. Here's the 7-day QPF and it shows some great rainfall for some areas over the next 7 days: 7-Day QPF A majority of our fire chiefs in our county want our burn ban extended when the county commissioners meet next week, and I think the county commissioners want to do what the firefighters want. Now, here's where it gets tricky. Your county needs to meet certain extreme fire danger parameters to pass a ban, and having 0.50" of rain within the next three days negates the extreme fire danger. (It doesn't really negate it, but that's how they wrote the law, so.....) I think our burn ban may be in trouble. All I have to say about that is that we have had pastures catch fire (from downed power lines brought down by sleet) even when we have had sleet and snow on the ground, so I'd rather we keep the burn ban no matter what. I guess we'll find out on Monday. And, with so many people sick with the flu right now and others traveling for the holidays, I wonder who will be home to fight whatever fires occur anyhow? I told Tim today that everything I did all week long was for someone else--every day all day. That's not surprising---it is what we women do, right? We take care of everyone else. But, I warned him, tomorrow is my day for me. He didn't give me a hard time about it either. He's just so grateful he was able to gift 50 people at work (instead of 200, since I drew a line in the sand and told him not to cross it) with salsa and other goodies from the garden that he would agree to anything right now. My laugh of the day? One of his officers took her gift home and was sitting there eating her bread-and-butter pickles. Her husband, who works for the same PD, came in and said "oooh, pickles" and she told him "mine, all mine". lol lol lol. I don't think he works for/with Tim directly any more so he didn't get his own jars of anything this year. Personally I would have shared the jar of pickles with my husband, but she certainly is free to do whatever she wants. (grin) I am tired, tired, tired. I'm going to go to bed and I hope to sleep at least 8 hours. So help me, if the pagers go off overnight, I'm going to throw the fire radio across the room in aggravation. Dawn