I slept in this morning and didn’t go to church. (Shhhhh….my stomach still felt funny.) I only had one cup of coffee, a bunch of yogurt (go, bacteria!) and some Tums. I piddled around and did a little more cleaning.
Around noon, Lloyd sent me a text – he’s in Texas, by the way. Heh. A text from Texas. I just got that. Anyway, he needs some boxes for the art show, and box-looking-at was one of the things that didn’t get done on Saturday. I ate a couple more Tums and headed to Lincoln via the interstate. At one point, I saw that there was a little smoke coming from the grass on the side. I didn’t have any water in the car so I got off at the exit and called 911. “Hey, no big emergency, but I think the grass in on fire by the Milford exit.” He took down the location and said someone would be right there.
I pulled up to the exit and watched. The smoke grew. I watched a little longer and the smoke GREW. I was kicking myself for not just pulling over and stomping on it, but that would have been stupid, too. Just about when I was going to call them back and say. “HURRY!”, the first truck pulled up and the second one was a couple of minutes later. They had it put out in about three minutes.
Whew.
Brad says
Now that song is going to be stuck in my head all morning.
Kris says
Good for you for calling! And…enjoy the Peperkorns tonight!
Kristi says
“Milford’s burning. Milford’s burning. Look out. Look out….” Thanks, Lauren.