Come on, sing along.
Earlier this week our apartment was on fire.
I was sitting in the office around 1 in the afternoon when I started smelling a wood fire. The windows were open and I assumed someone was grilling out. Then the smell got stronger and I realized it was a weekday. Who in their right mind grills out for lunch in the middle of the week. With this latter realization I began sniffing around the apartment. I am quite positive I looked ridiculous.
I went into the bedroom and there was nothing. I checked the mess of cords around the modem and nothing. For a moment I thought it was the Keurig, but nothing. Finally, I looked down the stairs and saw smoke. About that time I also heard voices.
I was quite certain I was overreacting. There was no way the apartment was on fire and there was a perfectly logical explanation. I went downstairs, the smoke getting stronger and opened the door. As it opened I saw the perky blonde apartment manager and in what I’m sure was a joking, disbelieving voice, I said “Is my house on fire?” In a matter of fact voice she promptly replied “Not anymore.” I heard the swish of a fire extinguisher and I looked around the door.
The shrub that used to sit there was nothing but branches and it was completely gone in some places. Everything looked like it was covered in grey ash. The siding had melted. The mulch was smoking. On a cool, Monday afternoon the mulch in front of our apartment had caught fire. Not only was it odd because it was such a cool day, but it was the second fire in the complex that day.
The fire department came out. There were some handsome fellows on that truck. Maybe it’s just the uniform.
There were several hot spots still in the mulch and the fire had spread to an adjacent bush.
Soon their hoses were out and everything was soaked. I saw the men walking around the complex looking for more mulch that was near the fire point. They didn’t find any. The firemen packed up their truck and left.
Meanwhile, I had opened every window in the house and turned on all the fans. What started as a nice smelling wood fire, became a nasty chemical smelling fire as the siding caught and melted.
All in all, it was a little more excitement than I had wanted on a Monday afternoon. As if Mondays weren’t rough enough.
And like any nosy renter, I took pictures of the whole thing.



















