Inside the Mind of the Celtic Savage

Well today I got up went to work and in the middle of my boring day, Steph calls me up flipping out. So I get her calmed down to the point that she can tell me what happened, when she says. Your son was playing with fire and burnt your chair. Brief pause and I reply can you say that again?

So I keep my cool because I have not thought of this contingency plan. The kiddo is on house arrest to his room until I get home and then I start to formulate my plan. Obviously he didn’t get it the last time we had the little don’t play with fire talk. So how can I reach him. And that is when it hit me pictures of burn victims. So for the next 20 minutes I spent finding the most graphic pictures of horribly burnt people that I could find. Some pictures of people with disfiguring facial burn scars and several of cadavers of people that did not survive a fire.

Armed with my cold collected dad tone and enough pictures of gore to make Freddy Kruger cringe we had the little talk of cause and effect and how would he like to live permanently disfigured like the poor souls I had pictures of. Or be found by his fire fighter father burnt to death in his house all because he thought it would be fun to play with fire.

I think by the end of it he was so traumatized by the images I showed him that he will either never play with fire again or plan B will have to be placed into effect. Plan B consists of us calling the sherrif and having him arrested for arson. At the threat of that he was crying that he didn’t want to go to jail or be burned up. Lets just hope that he is the visual learner that I think he is and got the message.

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Had fire training last night. We did a refresher on initial examinations, ABC’s and vitals, treating for shock and strokes. The Board bought us all pizza and they popped the soda machine for complimentary beverages. It was kind of nice except for one thing. The current Chief put in his 2 weeks. He said he was fed up with the dept and the internal politics. I wish I knew what the hell happened, but I suspect it was some internal politics on how the dept was being run. I really don’t know. I really like him and hope that he remains my friend even if he wont be on the dept anymore.

That is one thing It is hard as hell to make friends in the country. The population is either in the 40-50+ or are teenagers. For the 20-30 somethings there really isn’t too much along the lines of quality friendships unless you went to school with em or are kin to their kin. Perhaps it is a trust issue. I am not sure. Perhaps I will just drop in on him from time to time to say what is up or find out how his sheep are doing.

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News from the eastern lands
As is the Yule Tradition for Mothers Night, the ladies kept an all
night vigil performing their womanly mysteries. When I was aroused
from my slumber just before 0600, to my oath brothers good wife
saying that there was a problem with the wood stove and that Steph
needed my help.

I awoke to a roaring fire in the stove and smoke coming from the
walls around the flue. Per Steph, she was fumbling to operate the
fire extinguisher. She stated that I took over at that point and
doused the flames with the extinguisher, after that closing down
the flue and locking the airtight doors of the stove. I grabbed the
second fire extinguisher ascended the ladder and climbed on to the
roof to discharge the extinguisher down the chiminey and placed the
flue cap upside down to seal off the chiminey.

At that point, we determined that the flue fire was extinguished. I
only fear that if not for the ladies of the hall keeping vigil that
there would have been damage to the Hall and home.

HAIL TO THE LADIES OF FRANKLAND AND A HAPPY BEGINNING TO YULE

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