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The house hasn't burned down yet

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My brother is about 12 years older than I am, and thus, I'm right in between his age and his oldest daughter's age. So once when I was about 19 and Lori was about 7, Lori decided she wanted to send my dad a letter, and she wanted to dictate it to me. It was really quite hilarious and I think my dad saved it for a long time. It started out: "Hi Grandpa. How are you? I am fine. The house hasn't burned down yet."

 

And therefore, the title of today's entry. For whatever reason, the firework lunacy around my town seemed to occur on the evening of July 3, rather than July 4. The next door neighbors have been out of town for over a week, leaving their 17-year-old daughter to care for the household. She was having an allegedly wholesome teen gathering at the house, complete with fireworks. Then, about 2 a.m., I was awakened from my slumbers because someone was frantically ringing the doorbell over and over. I got to the door and yelled "WHO IS IT?" and the response was: "YOUR FENCE IS ON FIRE!"

 

Great. I ran out the back door, turned on the hose and for whatever reason, ran to the right part of the yard. My DH was left standing confused and didn't even know where I went. But the time I got around the corner, the fire was almost out, for the neighbor's daughter had also turned out their hose and was spraying down the fence.

 

The explanation: although there were about 4 carloads of kids hanging around, they just all happened to be driving past, and hadn't been spending time there. They claim they stopped and rang the doorbell, couldn't wake us up, and went to her house and got her to come out and put out the fire. Yeah, right. I'm a light sleeper and one doorbell ding is all it takes to rouse me from horizontal slumber to a sitting-straight- up, wide awake state.

 

And the fire was really caused by a plastic gas can that was set on fire. The fence was scorched due to its proximity to the gas can. The kdis, of course, had no idea who had started it, or where the gas can came from, but it was a random act of arson.

 

Once the kids heard my DH has finally come to his senses and called the fire department, everyone who just happened to be driving by got in their cars and promptly left. This included the friend who was supposed to be staying with the neighbor's daughter. The neighbor girl's eyes popped out of her head when she heard the firemen were arriving, and that they would probably call the police. She yelped: "But the fire is OUT!" Apparently the two guys who knocked on our door felt it was a good idea to let us know the fence was on fire, while the others didn't want us to figure it out. Our neighbor's daughter feigned great innocence to the fireman and the cops and claimed she'd been indoors watching movies when the act of arson occurred.

 

The cops took forever to arrive, so we were up until almost 5 in the morning. The police just rolled their eyes at her story. By light of day, you could see where the gas can was on fire in their driveway, and someone kicked it (probably to get it away from her car, not a bad idea), it rolled down an incline toward our fence, and then it scorched the fence.

 

This is the daughter of people who have a patio chimnea in the the back and like to burn tree branches in it, but if the branches are too green to burn well, they dump charcoal lighter on it and get flames jumping 3 or 4 feet out of the chimnea. I am sure they will also take no responsibility for anything, because she's obviously copping to nothing. The firemen did take pains to point out to her how the fire could have really damaged her house a lot, because if it had continued, it would have gone up into a tree and hopped over to the roof her her house first.

 

And crap, just last week I had commented that she's very good at playing the wholesome cheerleader, fine Christian girl routine, but she's obviously a bit more of a handful than her older sister. But the parents don't seem to get it, because they're too busy acting like they're socially superior to their neighbors, while they guzzle beer and burn scrap lumber in their chimnea.

 

So why is it that when people act either superior or have to wear their wholesomeness on their sleeves, it's usually to cover up something else?

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Oh good lord. Nothing like celebrating the birth of our nation by trying to set the neighbor's house on fire :P I'm very glad y'all weren't hurt.

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Oh good lord. Nothing like celebrating the birth of our nation by trying to set the neighbor's house on fire :ack: I'm very glad y'all weren't hurt.

 

Thanks! I was pretty dramatic as a firefighter, but then I always did know how to pull a hose. (OMG, did I just say that??? :P )

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Sheesh! That's way too much excitement. It's been unseasonably dry over here the last several weeks, which has caused me to be a bit skittish during the pre-Fourth neighborhood fireworks displays that have been happening every night since this past weekend.

 

Officially (and legally) us Oregonians aren't supposed to have fireworks that get higher than six feet off the ground. But in Washington, which is a short twenty minute drive away?

 

Well, suffice it to say we didn't have to tune in to any televised coverage of the Biggest Fireworks Display West of the Mississippi, as we had professional level pyrotechnics happening in all the neighboring yards. Huge explosions a couple hundred feet in the air flaring up constantly for about two hours (before I lost consciousness... we might have continued to have "celebrations" past midnight, but I was just too tired).

 

Luckily, no teenaged arson attempts/mishaps/what-have-yous. That we know of.

 

I'm also glad all you got out of this was a scorched fence. I'm a little stunned that your neighbors are so redneck about their chimnea (which my brain keeps changing into "chi-chi-chi-chia!"). The Mister's grandmother likes to light her brush piles with used motor oil... but then again, she does live out in the boondocks in an actual farmhouse. (Still scares the snot out of me, though.)

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The Mister's grandmother likes to light her brush piles with used motor oil... but then again, she does live out in the boondocks in an actual farmhouse. (Still scares the snot out of me, though.)

 

 

:P That really cracks me up! I can just see it! For what she's not putting in the landfill, she's adding to the ambient particulate matter in the air!

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Wow, that sounds like more fun than when my dad thought it would be a great idea to dump hot ashes in the garden on Christmas eve. Nothing like scanning the skies for Rudolph only to see flames in the front yard :P

 

Glad no one was hurt!

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