Good Morning Dear Readers!
There is just never a dull moment around here. Okay, technically there are a lot of moments that can be considered “dull”, however, this week doesn’t feel like one of those. Thursday my Mom headed to the ER with a possible heart attack (still in the “we don’t know what you had” stage – not kidding), and yesterday as Mr. Muse and I were turning the corner to drive to the house, we were DENIED by Police Blockade. After a few minutes of explaining where our house was (and verifying that it wasn’t on fire), the officers told us we could go home, but had to go STRAIGHT home.
I can’t make this stuff up.
At first Mr. Muse (and later I learned a bunch of the neighbors) were hoping that what we call the “Meth House” (disclosure: we DO NOT know if Meth is manufactured at that house, but that’s the story we make up due to all of the transient activity that goes on there), had blown up. Sadly, the “Meth House” is still standing… sonofa… But, there was a very large grass/brush/forest fire that was going on and it did burn up two abandoned structures.
moron very interesting person… no, let’s go with my first instinct, some moron, decided that yesterday was the perfect day to burn brush… while the grass was dry, and the winds were gusting at 40 MPH…. and they live in a damn pine forest (Jack Pines no less – go learn something cool about them here). So, the fire got away from them. It nearly burned down half a dozen occupied homes, but managed to burn only two unoccupied homes. (I smell a conspiracy! Oh wait… that just smells like forest fire.)
The Firefighters told one neighbor that they wouldn’t want to be in this person’s shoes because they didn’t have a burn permit and are now responsible for ALL of the property damage, the two lost homes and for the operation of all of the emergency vehicles. Y’all… the only branches of the government that appeared to be missing were the military, the CIA, the FBI and FEMA. There were squad cars, ambulances, fire trucks, tanker trucks, all-terrain vehicles, bulldozers and an AIRPLANE – just to name a few.
I got the scoop from a neighbor who lives back down where all the emergency crews were battling the blaze last night. Of course, that made me thankful I got out of my shell at one point and gave my phone number to the neighbors and some of them responded back with their own.
Too bad the “Meth House” didn’t go up in flames… that would have really improved the neighborhood.
On another note… it’s Valborgsmässoafton (that’s Swedish, cause well, we hang with a lot of Swedes) or Spring Fry Fest today! Spring Fry Fest is a smaller gathering since our Fall Fry Fest has become something of an event with pumpkin chunkin and so on. Just eight or nine people this go around and way more food than we will possibly be able to eat. Even though it’s all being made gluten-free, I guarantee my stomach is going to hurt later.