Monday, May 19, 2008

By the grace of God go I...

At 6 o'clock this morning I was woken by a heavy banging noise coming in through my window.

What got me out of bed was the smell of smoke.

It's kind of primal, that smell. Your instincts fire off.

The banging was my neighbor in the house behind me at his next door neighbor's door. The fire engines howled by shortly after that.

The house is a ruin. The smoke only stopped filling the air twenty minutes ago. I can hear the firefighters cleaning up as I type, talking to one another.

No damage to my home. Their house sits on the top of a small slope and mine at the bottom. Most of the smoke floated over my roof, which had me a bit wary but no harm done besides the smell. My windows are open airing everything out.

Later, when some of the hubbub is over, I may walk up and ask what I can do. The people that live there...their home was gone in three hours.

The smoke at 7:30 this morning, in the trees in my backyard. Below is the smoke starting to clear off.


  1. How awful for your neighbors. :(

    I hope everyone there is unhurt; physically, anyway.

    And I'm so glad your home wasn't next to catch.

  2. I often wonder: why them? Why not us? What makes this change? Then I just thank God that this time, we're spared. Or in this case, this time YOU'RE spared.

    Is that wrong?

  3. I don't think that's wrong.

    I'm going to head up the hill in a little bit, after Ryan goes down for a nap, and ask what I can do. Once things cool down I'm sure that labor will be needed to clean up.

  4. Outside of health issues, I think fires and tornadoes are about the scariest things to contemplate. I am lucky that we don't have tornadoes to have to worry about where I live. It is too bad about your neighbors loosing their home but I am glad that yours was spared.


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