Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
I'm finally back with a blog. As I previously stated, I am not writing blogs again unless I have something worth writing about. Many of my friends have complained about that but I can't bring myself to bore anyone, including myself, with the drudgery of my every day life. I'm doing the same things that many of you are, brushing my teeth and combing my hair, over and over again. LOL. When I have something worth telling you about, I will. So here goes.........let's start out with a little Elton John because every good movie starts out with a great theme song.
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in........ (Elton John)
Do you ever wonder what other people do on Saturday night? I frequently do. Our Saturdays are usually the same. If the weather permits, we work and play outside until late afternoon. If not, we work inside, get online, or watch T.V., mostly for programs that the target audience group is commercials for Digger the Dematophyte toenail fungus, erectile dysfunction, colon health, leaky bladders, bloating, gas, dandruff, pills, lifetime rate locks, mucous, $18,000 bathtubs, and "I've fallen and can't get up". People like us don't buy premium channels as the gratuitously violent programs, displaying severed bodies with aortas gushing rivers of blood, remind us too much of our youth. Conversely, shows sporting naked male and female actors in sexually explicit positions, confuse us and cause us to ask. "What are they doing?" LOL. Anyway, around 4 P.M. on Saturday we tear ourselves away from this fascinating fun to drive to a small town about 20 miles from here, get gas in one of our vehicles, eat, and do a little shopping. It has become commonplace and boring. Dull as dishwater, a total rut, a deep REM snooze-fest. Yawn.
A few weeks ago hubby and I both had been under the weather as I had caught the flu the previous week and it led to bronchitis and laryngitis. Later I gave my itises to hubby as we always share any plagues we get individually. You know the routine, you give him ringworm, he gives you the crabs. LOL. On that typical Saturday, though, we both still had not beaten the plaque. We figured we would spend our day hacking and sweating like I had done for over a week. We relaxed and we did spent a lot of time outside hacking and sweating as it was a spring-like day.
As usual, on Saturday evening we drove to town, got gas, grabbed a bite to eat but then we nixed the shopping due to our wimpiness. We headed back home in the darkness. We drove past the tiny post office in our nearest "village", about 2.5 miles from home, when I spotted a fire on the left side of the road at the property of a state trooper. He and his family have a beautiful blue Victorian home with white trim. It's one of my favorite homes in the area. It's not uncommon for people out here to have huge bonfires where they burn debris or even have an early spring bonfire party. As we approached the fire though, this one looked different. It was unsettling. It had the unusual appearance of stairs on fire.
I said to my hubby, "What is with that fire over there?"
My hubby has better vision than I do and he slowed down and said, "Someone's shed is on fire and I don't see anyone out there!!!"
We drove closer, stopped on the highway, and got a better look. The building was fully engulfed, a roaring inferno. I said, "Pull in the driveway so we can notify the owners."
We pulled in and noticed that the state trooper's cruiser was there but no other vehicles. The house was dark. The outbuilding was situated close to the house and we knew it could quickly spread to the house if left unattended. Hubby said, "Do you have your cell phone with you?"
I searched my purse but couldn't find it. I said, " I better try to flag down a vehicle and you go see if you can find a hose at the house."
An elderly couple, who lived in the village about 3 miles away, almost immediately came by and stopped. She called 911 as hubby headed to the house. Luckily the house had an outside faucet with a hose. Hubby connected it and started to hose the building down. The elderly people and I shortly joined him. It was dark except for the burning building but we could tell that is was a weird shed of some kind. The blaze had caught the neighbor's yard on fire. After hubby got the fire knocked down he opened the shed door and it had a concrete base and firebox and part of it was stacked full of wood. We wondered if it was someone's homemade outdoor furnace. Hubby got it under control and started pulling out some of the partially burned wood to keep any more wood from igniting. He burned his hand. We both ended up muddy and reeking of smoke but hubby was determined to keep the house, the bunny hatches, plus the baby chicks that were nearby safe. The owners had goats, sheep, chickens, and dogs too and the animals were all upset. A state trooper, who was a friend to the one who lived there, showed up and he tried to contact the owner. It took the fire department about 20 minutes to get there and hubby had the fire down to a smoldering mess by then but it was a total loss. The fire department tore the building down to the ground. We learned that it was a homemade smoke house and the trooper had been smoking deer. We have a smoker but it is made of steel and is not huge like this. The owner arrived and the firefighters teased the trooper that they were charging him with arson. LOL. The firemen told the trooper that my hubby had the fire put out by the time they got there. One of the firefighters shook my hubby's hand and thanked him and said that too many people are on scene taking pictures instead of helping. The state trooper did the same and thanked Benny several times too. We would have done the same for any of our neighbors.
Now, when I wish for more excitement on Saturday night, I will be specific as to what I want. We are not looking to star in a Bruce Willis/Sylvester Stallone/Arnold Schwarzenegger/Vin Deisel/Jason Statham/Mel Gibson movie. We don't want to battle wildfires, tempt sharks, dangle from helicopters, ride in Hindenburgs/Titanics, dodge bullets, leap tall buildings in a single bound, stop runaway buses full of school children, fight aliens. For excitement, I would be on for going TO a movie, or going to a nice restaurant, or going to a musical event. From now on, I'm not going to be jealous of any of you on Saturday night, regardless of whether you are out in the trenches fighting fires or are just sitting at home fighting crabs.