During neurotic times it's easy to fall into thought-patterns and worries such as - "did I lock the door?" (when you're on the way to the train) or "did I turn off the stove?" (after you convinced yourself that you did lock the door), or "is the cat inside?" (even though you know he's jumped back into bed).
If you're in an especially neurotic mood you might even walk back to the apartment to check the door, the stove and the cat. All in order.
If you're Swedish, you might even make sure that all the outlets are left unplugged (especially if there's a thunderstorm) and that none of the radiators are on (and forget stepping on leaves or cracks in the sidewalk).
Anyway, I came home this evening and the iron was still on. God have mercy. It just sat there on top of the ironing board, hot as hell, and did nothing other than being steamy hot. The house didn't burn down, as you'd think it would if you left an iron unattended.
This experience has left me utterly confused.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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