It was Thursday.
2 in the PM.
Approximately 2 hours past our leaving "deadline".
We're finally on the road.
Heading out of town, when...
it happens.
The tones drop.
A call comes out.
Brush Fire.
5 housed down from our soon-to-be new home.
"Let's just drive by and see," says he.
10 minutes later...
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| He's on the pumper. |
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| Strategies are being discussed. |
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| Water is being thrown. |
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| These firemen are serious business, in case there was any question. |
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| No one, other than my shed-dule, was harmed in this fire. |
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We eventually did get on the road, and no sightings of Steelers were missed due to this little snafu. I don't love when plans change like this, when schedules are disrupted and meetings delayed. But I'm quite proud of my Handsome & his cronies (hehe... I'll be they love me calling them that!) and the good work they do.
Learning (and re-learning) to be accommodating,
TFW
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