It’s been a few days since my last post and a whole mess of stuff has gone down. Between Tropical Storm Fay and a few other events I’ve been busy and stressed. Here’s the breakdown.
Yesterday was quite a day. Aside from work being cancelled, all my rehearsals being moved to the end of the day (which never happened anyways, due to the storm), tearing everything out of our bedroom apartment so we could avoid the multiple tornado touch downs in our area, water damage in the living room, cracked windows, and unstable power, one huge event stood out among the crowd.
Around noon I was sitting on my computer in the living room and heard someone screaming "FIRE!" outside. I quickly jumped up and looked outside and indeed my neighbor’s apartment was in flames. I grabbed my phone and bolted outside dialing 9-1-1, while running towards the building. I was giving directions to the fire station when my neighbor ran out of the apartment screaming "I NEED FIRE EXTINGUISHERS!!". No one else was around. I ran up to him, telling him I called the police, and ran up to the building. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but adrenaline told me to do something. So I started pounding on the door of the apartment next to his, the heat of the flames and the smoke stinging my eyes and pretty much preventing any breathing. Nobody answered the door no matter how desperately I yelled and banged on the door.
Meanwhile, two other neighbors ran over and gave him fire extinguishers. I ran up the stairs in the front of his door to get people out of the apartment above him and as I approach the flaming door of the 2nd floor the flames and smoke were so overwhelming I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, there was LOUD banging/popping and I screamed. My neighbor starts screaming "GET DOWN!!! THERE’S A GUN IN THERE!!!". So I’m trapped on the stairs. If I go up I get burned from the 2nd story flames, if I go down I’m right in front of the open apartment door with the gun going off. I don’t know what else to do but make a run for it and sprint down the stairs, rounds continously popping off. I make it past the door and tear away from the building and see my boyfriend blocking his body with a tree. I run up to my inconsolable neighbor who is screaming about his dog that’s still in the apartment. Finally the fire trucks arrive and my boyfriend pulls me away to stay away from the gun which is still going off.
All the while it’s raining harder than I’ve ever seen it rain and tornado warnings are in effect for our street. We go back to our porch and watch the firemen pull people from the building, pets in their arms, black from the smoke. An elderly neighbor hands me a dry towel and offers me tea. I was gone at this point, crying harder than I’ve cried in a long time. After a half hour or so, my boyfriend takes me inside and gets me some dry clothes and tells me to breathe.
I still don’t know what caused the fire or what the outcome was. I was barely able to snap this photo and am 100% positive now that I could never be a photojournalist. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach after taking it. I hope no one was seriously hurt or died, although I’m sure my neighbor lost his dog, which makes me incredibly sad.
Note: I post this story not to invoke sympathy, but as a therapeutic tool to understanding the turn of events and coming to terms with what I experienced.
So, Fay strikes again, this time at the work place. All our sessions were cancelled and the break called for immediate cleaning duty for all!! Yay! Alex, here, started with a clean sweep of the loft and then mopped. I did many things, one of which (painting the entire window sill and adjacent wall) proved entirely fruitless as Fay caused such incredible water damage two days later, we had to cancel all our appointments AGAIN and the paint was ruined anyways).
So, for those of you who don’t know I live in Florida and needless to say was very tired of hearing about this wimpy Tropical Storm Fay from every local TV station was trying to get everyone to put hurricane shutters on their doors and stock up on food. However, I did get a day off from work because of it and took the unexpected holiday, with my beau, to the mall (I am an American, am I not?)!
This photo depicts how frighteningly early Halloween crap has appeared in stores this year. Note: I saw this stuff in the stores two weeks before I actually took this photo…too early!!!
So for a while I’ve been using Bento’s free trial on my MPB and simply couldn’t get enough of it. So I went and bought the real deal at my local Apple Store. Personally, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without it from now on and I don’t know how I did anything before I discovered it. Check it out, share the love.