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Whatado evraybody, whatado.
Don't forget the Animal Nuz on Saturday.
Tonight's guests from May 29: Actor Hugh Laurie and Hugh's band, The Copper Bottom Band
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Tuesday's events pretty much turned into a nothingburger and a skosh embarrassing.
It was dusk and I was futzing with the light switch on-off-on timing to get the motion detector yardlight and back door light to re-activate. I had read the directions at the time and dutifully them stored away for safe-keeping and future reference...somewhere.
I tried my first guess and went out back to wave my arm to see if it would come on. No joy. While I was outside I paused to look around and listen to the neighborhood. No critters, no voices having a chat, just quiet. Then my eye was attracted to the house to my north and the window on its south end. Big flames are actively flickering inside. Big flames. I thought, 'Well, this doesn't look good' and returned into the house, picked up my cell on the way by and went out on my front deck to look again. All four windows on the lake side of the house showed the flames and an orange glow. I dialed 911 immediately and they notified the BFVD. It was a good 10 minutes before I heard sirens approaching. In the meantime, the flames stopped but the orange glow continued. They rolled 4 units. I counted them as they came down the lane.
There is a side calculation that enters into all this. Because I physically live in Lake County, by about 500 yds, my cell is routed by the GPS to the 911 center in Polson, at the other end of the lake. I get 911, get transferred to another operator at the center who says she will notify the Bigfork Volunteer Fire Dept. (which is 4 road miles away). There is no time to wait to see if the windows blow out. Once you start the mechanism, there is no emergency stop button.
A fireman walks around the deck, another inspects the space between that house and the one to its north. Things are looking pretty calm. At this point, I am starting to doubt the wisdom of my actions.
Then the Fire Chief calls my number and wants me to come up to the road so they can talk to me. Gulp. I relate the story and he said, "They did say they were grilling inside". I said how badly I felt calling them out and disrupting the guests' dinner. He told me not to worry about. False alarms and good intentions happen. Then his partner (they're both about my age) pipes up, " Besides, we get gear up and do this stuff." I don't know if he's patronizing me or not but I figure he's just offering kind support.
So I replied, 'Well, I saw something so I said something'. He nodded and said, 'nothing wrong with that.' I returned home and kinda beat myself up a little and thought about a bottle of wine and an apology note. But, the situation calls for an explanation and that enters into the land of the nopology so that put me off of that idea. I mulled over the situation for another day or so and opted to do nothing.
So, the couple that rented the place for a short, in-state get-away had their flambe' fucked up and I feel badly for that. But, I also know I would do it again, given the same circumstances.
That's what I did on my summer vacation.
The End