I am wife to a magnificent man and mother to five wonderful children. Three of my children were born in the Northwest and two were born thousands of miles away in Liberia, West Africa. Birthplace is no matter, all of my children were born in my heart. This is our journey.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Fire Department was called to our house.

It's last night and we are lounging in bed. Steve was watching a show on his laptop, me reading blogs on mine. It's about 9:45 when I hear a weird loud noise outside and our puggle begins to bark like crazy. Steve jumped up to go check on her and see what was wrong. As he got down the stairs there was a knock at the door. He opened to find a Firefighter at the door asking if that was our tent trailer on the other side of our shop. That's me taking the picture from upstairs looking at the truck parked in our cul-de-sac. Notice the really great spotlight they have illuminating the neighborhood. I wonder how many candles that thing is.


It seems that the neighbor over our back fence had been hearing a beeping noise and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. The fire deparment came out in full gear in the big truck to check things out. They traced the beeping noise over the fence to our trailer. When Steve opened it up he found that the smoke alarm battery was in need of being replaced.

Yes, our tax dollars were spent on firefighters coming out to our house to notify us that we need a new battery in our smoke alarm. Now that's service with a smile.

The guys who responded got a kick out of it and said they were glad it ended with something like that. He said they have searched for hours looking for something beeping in ditches before so they were pleased with the outcome ending so quickly.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wonder why the neighbor didn't just knock on your door to tell you something was beeping? Sheesh!