Saturday, June 26, 2010
Maybe I'm Not Done Yet - Father's Day Fire
My man, my favorite person to be with, my children's father spent Father's Day in another city trying to support us in a crazy-ass economy. Pretty damn awesome, I say.
We spent our Father's Day moping that he was gone and wondering what to do with ourselves all day long. I was sitting on our deck with my brother looking at the view (kind of, sort of feeling sorry for myself) when my brother says, "Smoke." After a flurry of a 911 call, me handing my brother a kitchen fire extinguisher (don't ask), and my daughter and I evacuating our neighbor's horses into a trailer to wait for the all clear, we sat and watched the show.
Can I tell you how very amazing our firefighters are? Not just because we were in need, but because they got out there as though they were choreographed. It was a little brush fire, but the dry lakebed is surrounded with homes ... so it was a nice thing that they kept it little.
So our Father's Day was exciting and terribly boring and lonely at the same time.
Posted by Melanie at 4:08 PM