I'm writing this post from the Ramada Inn. Why you ask? Am I on vacation? Attending a conference? NO! A grease fire destroyed our kitchen...the parsonage kitchen!
It was my fault. I was putting on some oil to make tenderloins (an Iowa thing) and I stepped out to check on my son. He says "Daddy, I smell smoke." I turned back to the kitchen and the pan was on fire and by the time I was reaching for it the flames leaped into the range hood.
I grabbed my son, dialed 911 and headed out the door.
The fire departments of four towns responded with one more on standby. With great professionalism they quickly got the fire under control. Our deepest appreciation go out to these brave men!
The kitchen was totaled, the living room, dining room were covered with soot and the rest of the house smells like an Indian smoke lodge. Needless to say my pregnant wife and son can't stay in the house until it gets cleaned up.
(post interrupted due to need to get my son to bed)
Its now day two of the great fire story. I'm now at the Double Tree Hotel. A big step up from the Ramada, but thanks to PriceLine.com much cheaper. In fact we are staying in a $175/night room for only $75! Thanks William Shatner.
Our adventure at the 2 star Ramada included two old women in the room next door arguing about smoking and having the TV turned up way too loud and on all night. Needless to say, very little sleep.
Anywho, the insurance adjuster and the owner of the local Serv-Pro both arrived and got the ball rolling. The parsonage should be livable by Sunday. But it will be backyard grilling for awhile until the kitchen is redone.
You can view the damage if you are so inclined here.
I'm sure I will get some great sermon illustrations out of this. More later...
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