Do you ever have a ton of things to post about, but once you sit down in front of your computer, you just don't feel like taking the time to write them?  That's how I have been.  And still am.  But, I hate to disappoint my faithful readers... all 3 of you...  

Today I got to call 911 for the first time ever.  It wasn't a big deal.  D comes running telling me there is a fire "over there".  There is a dumpster at the end of the block and there was wicked flames shooting out of it.  I HATE using the phone, so here is the conversation I had with myself.  "I guess I should call 911.  But it's not an emergency.  It's contained.  Maybe I can wait and it will just go out.  Someone probably already called.  Oh, but what if no one did and it spreads to the trees.  Yes, I suppose I ought to call."  Now, we live 2 blocks from the fire station.  It took them over 5 minutes to get here.  I think it was closer to 10 min.  And the first person to show up, pulls up in his vehicle, opens his hatch, and pulls out his fire suit and proceeds to put in on in the street.  One guy.  No hose.  I'm thinking, "Wow, we REALLY need to get out of this junky town."  What was he planning on doing?  But then about a minute later, a fire truck pulled up.  And then and city worker.   And then a fire van.  And then an ambulance.  And then another fire truck.  They may be late, but at least they are well equipped.  Now we know why so many things burn down in this town.  We thought it was bad luck.  Nope, it's just the fire department taking it's time to get places.