An interesting event occured this morning at 8:45 am. I was just commencing my study time and was alarmed by the commotion behind our house. One person rushing by informed us that the blind man’s house behind us was on fire. Quick, call 911. No answer. Quick, run out of the gate with no plan. I returned to make a plan. Grab the fire extinguisher. Louise beat me to it. It was given to us after Foli Kome’s last fire disaster six years ago this week by a former teammate’s brother. That disaster happened in our back yard when our jungle gym was engulfed in flames. Taylor had tried to inform me of the problem fifteen minutes or so prior, but all my softly spoken four year old had said at the time was that it was hot outside. Really really hot to be more precise. Anyway, today I got there just in time to use it. We were doing bucket brigades and dashing in and out of the two room house to get out furniture and look for the source. We finally found that and I got to play the BIG MAN and empty the contents of my red canister. It was quite an exciting fifteen minutes and the only damage beyond repair incurred was that of a one dollar grass mat that he sleeps on and my now empty red fire extinguisher. Sadly they saved his wooden idols from inside the house. Too bad those didn’t go up in flames. Well, they will sooner or later. When he returned from market and found his burned out house, he and two other men came by to thank us. Ironically we did very little work. I guess it just surprised them that I would help. Ouch, that hurt! All in all I would say that our little vollunteer fire department worked pretty well. It’s a good thing we didn’t wait on the pro’s, since the nearest department is ninety minutes away and we would have to pay for their gas, feed them, and
February 2007
February 12, 2007
February 1, 2007
Usually not to much gets in my way. I tend to just plunge right through, the faster the better. As you may notice I’ve not blogged much lately. I have come upon a road block or should I say a computer block. My wife has found Face book. That says it all doesn’t it. You know what I mean. Three days ago I checked mail and had seventeen letters. Sixteen of them referred to Face book with someone having written on someone else’s wall and someone wanting to be your friend. The other was for an on-line pharmacy.
Have we been teleported back to the seventh grade? What is going on here. She is on night and day Face book’in. What can I do? Help if you can. Is this something to join in on or do I jilt it altogether?
