honeydunce

A fire by my house around 7:30pm. Leah pointed it out to me–I guess I tune out sirens a lot more now, because I didn’t notice the blast of fire trucks arriving. I live across the street from the hospital, so my immunity to those sounds must be building. Anyway, a fire. All of the front doors on all of the houses on my street popped open, one after the other. Little heads peeking out, faces. The woman in the house to my left said, “I knew my water pressure was low!” and then she took off down the street to the scene of the blaze, kind of half-running, half-walking. Very late for a very important date, apparently. Later Nick would mention the parents coming to watch the fire, who brought their children to see it as well. I guess everyone loves a good fire. I just couldn’t bring myself to be that interested.

In other news, the book the book the book. Shifting some pieces, making it work. Reading reading reading as if for the first time again. Getting ready to push them out of the nest. I think a release show would be nice, when the time comes. Although I must admit the idea makes me feel a little awkward, like I want to look down at shuffling feet kind of kicking at rocks like aw shucks. I like the idea of sharing the words that way, finding some writers to read at said event, etc. That will be a fun process. And! Maybe there will be tacos. Okay now I’m excited.