I am grateful for walks to and from school today with my boys.
I am grateful for the 911 emergency service. It works. I tested it. I saw smoke, but there was no uncontrolled fire, as it turned out.
On the walk home, one street was thick with dark smoke. Turning the corner and walking halfway down the block, there was a house with the source of it. The smoke was pouring out of the chimney, way more than I would have thought a normal fire should. When I knocked on the door and no-one came, I called 911. As I continued home I could hear the sirens.
Later, I talked to a firefighter. He said when they showed up, someone answered the door and there was a clean burning fire in the fireplace. He said it was better to be safe than sorry, though, and that it was good that I called. Seemed like much ado about nothing, but I figure if it were my house, or my parents’ house, I’d hope someone would call.
I am grateful for time at the studio.
I am grateful for a good long while playing spot-it with my kids before bedtime.