I haven't written in a while. A place of no thought, or better said, a place where I don't let my thoughts bother me. I needed to numb my brain against thoughts of my elderly mother, thoughts of Master's health, thought of which one would leave this earth first. I also needed to numb negative self thinking, blaming myself for not taking better care of myself. This state of "limbo" happens twice a year and I will soon be out of it. Spring is nearly upon us.
My roots have already started pushing shoots up through the ground, my arms reaching out toward the sun. More healthy eating and added movement, coaxing myself forward. I will be ok.
I was shaken awake this past Monday.
Monday was Master's day off. We were napping in the back part of the house. Master jumped out of bed and I assumed to use the bathroom. In mere seconds He was back waking me up to tell me the house next door was on fire and we should get out. It seems that the firetrucks had been there a little while atleast. (No one knocked on our door). I called down to my son that we needed to vacate the house, then I went back to the bedroom to put on some pants and a sweatshirt, (it was very windy out and around 40 degrees), so I grabbed my heavy hoody as well.
When Master and my son exitted the front door, the cops faces dropped. (They assumed nobody was in the house, even though my car was parked right there at the front door). Cops asked if anyone was still in the house and Master said I was comming. They were ready to come in after me. (amazing considering they never knocked in the first place).
The house that was on fire was only about 25' away from our house. Strong winds drove the fire. We were very thankful that the wind never switched to our direction. Fire trucks from 5 surrounding towns responded. Neighbors and others flooded the street, some toting cameras, most using their cell phones. (What a way to meet your neighbor). Some people were scurrying to alternative streets to catch their children's school bus. It was after school time and kids were due to be dropped off, but our entire street was closed down.
We were outside for about two and a half hours. We spent some time in our back yard, Master getting pictures. (The smoke blew right by our yard never crossing our fence). Once again thankful.
There were about 40 firefighters there. How do I know? After the fire was out they all got into a big group to pose for picture. I had never seen a house fire before, and learned something I found interesting, even though it made sense. Two fire fighters pulled a couple of coolers filled with bottled water. One had his arm ful of boxes of candy and snacks, while yet two more carried a table and set it in the middle of the street. It not only met their need for hydration and their need for nutrients and carbs, but also served as a decompression of the dangerous job they just did.
Was a crazy afternoon.
