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name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I know I've been lax in posting, but it's been a rough couple days. Not intentionally mind you, but Sunday we had a basic day planned, decided to go to a local golf store's demo days. Did I mention it was pouring rain? Well, we got good and cold and damp and hit a ton of golf balls. That was tiring, but what came later was much worse. Came home and fired up the remnants of our wood for the year in our wood stove. The house was damp and cold and this was the quickest way. While that got going we went upstairs to have a cup of tea and some microwaved pork dumplings. Just about to drink the tea and alarms started going off. Rush downstairs only to find our chimney on fire. This isn't as drastic as it sounds since there is a stovepipe going into the wall, but you could see through the airgap bright red-orange flames. Call 911, and with the cellphone you don't get local services, so I had to try to get across to the person I was talking/yelling at that my house may be on fire and that we actually lived there. And we waited for the sirens to start blowing. And oh, did we get firemen? Three fire trucks, two cop cars, an ambulance. (Now I didn't overblow the emergency, I stated it was a possible chimney fire over the phone.) They got to use the ladder truck to check out the roof. (Oh, and that was more exciting for the firefighters than for us, since they had just received the truck and it seemed like it was one of the first times they got to use it.) We got to see the cool infrared camera thing. We had at one point 6 firefighters in the house. After all was said and done we were exhausted. Luckily there was no damage to speak of short of a smoky room and a few smudgy ash marks on the wall. If that is as close as I get to fire in my house, that's just fine. I don't suggest it for anyone. It's damn scary.

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