Breaking the tradition of updating the blog’s look, writing 3 texts and forgetting about its existence for a year and then returning to repeat the cycle, I come by means of this to tell a story that occurred this week and could have ended with my demise (ok, without exaggerations) a scorched table and sofa.
It all started with a normal Thursday…
Thursday of sun, I wake up, do my morning chores, open all the apartment windows to let everything be clear and ventilated, drink my coffee, go to the PC to start working, home-office life. Work goes, work comes, the morning is coming to an end and I’m already starting to think about preparing lunch.
At this moment I take my attention away from the PC screen and look out the window admiring the neighborhood contours (for those who don’t know the view is more or less like this) and for some reason something on the center table, which in practice is next to the sofa, catches my attention…
I stop for a few seconds looking at the table and see a light white smoke dancing right above where a cup with water is located. My first reaction is to think of water vapor due to the temperature of the day, which was hotter than the week’s average, but then I put half a dozen neurons to think about this and realize that VAPOR would not produce that amount of white smoke.
A pause to describe the scene
The center table in question is made of solid wood with a semi-industrial/modern design (Exactly this one here . Not #ad, you can click) and I usually leave it next to the sofa instead of in front of it (in the actual “center” of the room) for logistical reasons, since I sit in one corner of the sofa and thus have easy access to it, where I leave all kinds of things. An important detail, this makes it face the window, catching the maximum possible sun entering the apartment.
About the cup, it’s not really a cup, it’s actually a PLASTIC CUP that I brought from the last carnival (2020, the 2021 one we all know didn’t happen) from Praia do Rosa. Details aside (high dramas), I repeat: It’s a PLASTIC CUP that, despite not being so vagabond (I brought and kept it for home use until today, after all) is not any supreme of the national polymer industry. The existence of any optical factor capable of executing the process of burning things in general caught me totally and completely by surprise.
But let’s get back to what happened…
A few seconds with a deep and vacant gaze while my brain tries to process, with the little information available, what was going on right in front of my eyes and lo and behold the synapses begin to show their value. The brilliance emanating from a specific point on the table stops being white noise and instantly becomes treated as the villain caught in flagrante that it actually was.
Observe in the first image that relatively very close to the spot toasted by the water lens there was a napkin and a cloth mask ready to be burned, which did not happen by mere luck. Questioning about the list of items thrown on the table and their respective order will be summarily ignored, this doesn’t matter, ok? 🙄
In the end I got a light scorching on my wooden center table, nothing major and almost goes unnoticed since it is solid wood and naturally already displays some dark marks from the wood itself, but it’s admirable how close to a fire I passed, even if of small proportions. If I had left the house for any reason the wood could finally burn (the famous “licking”) and if the paper/cloth were in a slightly closer position, a simple trip to the bathroom or a pass through the kitchen would be enough time for combustion to stabilize.
But lessons were learned. The center table is no longer directly under the window in the sun and water glasses are now obligatorily emptied as soon as possible (until I start forgetting again). For now I keep saying “not today” to the guy responsible for these tricks. For the unhappiness of some 😏
*Yes, it was a reference to The Chronicles of Narnia, thanks for noticing.
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