Posted by Rebecca
I fully intend to live forever (so far so good); but if for some reason I don’t, I have no idea how I want to die.
But I do know how I do NOT want to die. I do not want to die in any manner that compels the local newspaper to use the word “trailer” in my article or obituary.
A trailer’s worst enemies are public opinion, tornadoes, and fire. We are working on public opinion. And, so far, whew, no tornadoes touching down in Northern Nevada. But fire – yikes! As Smokey the Bear knows, fires can be bad, bad news.
That being said, I was horrified early last summer when Kara called me one morning to make sure I was still alive. She had heard on the radio that a woman in her mid-thirties had died in a trailer fire during the night.
I was SO offended! First of all, a woman in her mid-thirties?? Well, I may be a woman, and I may just so happen to be in my mid (to late) thirties, but I am not a “woman in her mid-thirties.” That just sounds soooo old! And second of all, a trailer fire? Never!
Yes, I realize my ‘reasoning’ makes little sense to all of you, but in my mind it is crystal clear. And, yes, I realize that I essentially live in an aluminum-encased book of matches, but I’m pretty sure that is why my 450 square foot book of matches comes with 18 windows, a back door, and a slider. Lots of outs.
And so I do take my precautions to prevent the dreaded article or obituary – I blow out all candles before bed time, I’m careful not to leave any fire-wielding appliances on for longer than necessary, I avoid bringing highly flammable substances, like Aqua-net, into my home, and, despite any stereotypes there may be for a woman in her mid-thirties who lives in a 1958 single-wide trailer, I have not, nor will I ever, take up smoking. Because I know that is not how I want to die.
And, like Smokey says, “Only YOU can prevent trailer fires.”