So it's a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Very lovely. The Analyst and I attend a great church service. A really good friend and his new girlfriend come over to visit and they end up staying for dinner. All in all a very lovely day.
After my friends leave I decide I need to go visit my mother for a few so I jump in the car and head over to her place. It's now about 6:10. I arrive and and we have a short but lovely visit. The Analyst requested an Italian Ice from Rita's so on my way home I stop off and grab one for him.
It's now 7:30 pm and I turn down the street that leads to my development and I notice a couple of fire trucks on the street. I'm thinking,'Hmmmm... Something must be going on here. I wonder what.' I then turn onto the circle that leads to my court and notice a few more fire trucks on the court right behind my house. 'Hmmmm...that's awfully close to my house. I wonder if the people behind me are OK?'
I continue around the circle and turn onto my street and see a few more fire trucks RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. I remember thinking, 'Wow. The side of my house is all burned. Maybe it's just the side of my house and the rest of it is fine.' Then I look up into my third bedroom and I see a fireman all in the window. 'This can't be good.'
I then start to see the severity of the situation when I see several firemen coming out of my house. I park the car, get out and walk toward the destruction stunned.
Lovely isn't it?
It was an electrical fire that started from the meters on the side of my house. Lucky me.