About 2pm today, kids yelled out “Fire trucks are pulling up in front of the neighbor’s house again!” So, being a concerned neighbor, I go out and look. And, indeed, smoke is pouring out of the house, 4 fire trucks are outside and more pulling up by the moment.

The scene looked eerily familiar… this same house caught fire a little over two years ago, an electrical fire from really old wiring. The family was out of the house for 10 months before all the remodeling was done.

The good news is that, like last time, nobody was home today. The bad news is that, like last time, it’s going to be a long time before they’re going to be living in the house again… there was a lot of damage. Last I heard they don’t know what caused this fire, but it started in the basement.

And the other good news was that I told the firemen there was a dog in the house. They found the dog unconscious, carried it out, gave it some oxygen and it came around. So, like last time, I’m dog-sitting, except that the dog is doing a lot of coughing and hacking… poor thing.

But… it really puts all the feeling-sorry-for-myself that I’ve been doing during the last couple weeks into perspective.

Life is pretty damn good and I should quit bitching.