One of those weeks

When I just feel like I'm not accomplishing much. Ugh.

So Monday night, we had a bit of drama around here. Barry took the day off to hunt in the afternoon. When he drove back into town, he saw county squad cars blocking off traffic. Right after he got home, he decided to run downtown for some gas and milk. He called me to say that traffic was blocked off because the furniture store downtown (owned by our cousins) was on fire. He said it was like something you'd see on tv....flames shooting out of the roof.

He came home. We made a couple of phone calls (not knowing how long it had been burning, we wanted to make sure Dave & Pam even knew). Then he took off to see if they' need any help moving inventory out of the building. By the time he got there, they had gotten most of the stuff out of the store, and moved into a vacant building further down the block. He did help remove stuff from the bar next door, though. He called to tell me he was freezing because he forgot to grab his jacket. By now it was going on 8pm. I bundled up the girls and headed downtown to bring him his jacket.

Wow. That's all I can say. It really was surreal, like watching it on tv. It was actually the same feeling I had on 9-11...just thinking that this actually couldn't be happening. Well, long story short, I left with the girls after only 15 minutes, tops. They were a little upset and I felt like "mother of the year" for even having them there! The fire was a bit scary for them, but I think they were even more bothered by the fact that we know the people affected...this was personal. AND they were worried about our beloved library (two buildings behind).

I couldn't believe how smoke-stinky we all were after being there for such a short time! All of the hard work of the firefighters worked miracles....only one building was destroyed....neighboring buildings were saved. Luckily, Dave and Pam are insured, and he can continue to do his service calls until something is figured out.

Alana & I both suffered sore throats the next day (we're both pretty smoke sensitive) but weren't sure if it was from the fire or if we were getting sick. Erin woke up Monday night with a fever of 102...and was up and down til Wednesday morning. The worst part for her was that she missed her Girl Scout meeting. Poor kid.

This afternoon, I might take the girls to the pumpkin patch in Eleva. We haven't been to a "real" one yet this year...and I did promise them. And Halloween is tomorrow....so.......