Post by pitbulllady on Jan 25, 2009 21:34:09 GMT -5
Sean already knows about this, since I told him in a PM, but I figured I'd let everyone else in on it. Last Thursday morning, my father's house burned down, and he barely escaped with his life. If it had not been for his Pug barking, he probably wouldn't have made it out in time. He and my younger brother, who has Asberger's, lived there, and the fire started in my brother's room with a space heater. My brother was on his way home from work at the time, and thankfully wasn't in that room. They lost pretty much everything they owned, except for the clothes off their backs, and my brother's laptop, which was in the trunk of his car, although a friend managed to salvage some software on CD's and a couple of jump drives with some really important stuff on them later, after the ruins had cooled down. Our church members have been very helpful in providing clothes and stuff, and one even gave my dad a HP computer, although it's nowhere near as nice as the HP Entertainment Center computer he lost in the fire.
Anyway, they are having to move in with me now. I've been living for more or less the past five years in what was my grandparents' house(they are both deceased). They were my father's parents, and left the house to him, so he actually owns it and the property it's on. We're all having to make some big-time adjustments in living space. I'm temporarily having to sleep in an old single-wide trailer I own about a quarter mile away, in which I'd just kept a couple of cats and stored junk and dog food, since there aren't currently enough bedrooms in the house. My dad is retired, and stays up pretty late and sleeps in pretty late, and my brother works for a crew that cleans up a popular bar and grill and doesn't go in to work until around 1 am, and gets home around 8 or 9 am, and sleeps during much of the day, so of course that would be a problem with me having to get up at 5 am and go to bed early. We have decided, though, to convert an old living room, in which the other four cats I had lived, into my bedroom, so I've had to move those cats up here to the trailer, too, and put up with the inevitable spats as they encountered the other two for the first time. I've decided, though, to go with a Randall theme for my new bedroom; the walls are currently pale pink(no WAY they're staying that color), so I'm going to pain them purple. I've already bought thick purple, turquoise and lime green drapes, and I've got my eye on a teal throw rug at a local store. There's a scalloped wood valance over the windows that's already a coral-orangish-bright pink, like the tips of Randall's fronds, so it's staying that way. I'm going to have to move all my snakes and spiders and scorpions in there, but it's the biggest room in the house, so there should be plenty of room. Right now, the spiders are in the den, which I don't use, but of course my dad plans on using it as a den again, and putting in a new tv(lightning got the old tv in the den a few years ago), so I've got to get my spiders out of there. It's still gonna take some adjustments, since they are used to living in a house with no women(my mom passed away in 1989, and my sister's been married for several years and has two kids of her own), and I've lived on my own since my early 20's, but I'm more confident now that we can make it work out. It was just such a shock to come home and find them both there, at like, 7:30 in the evening, and to find out what had happened, but I'm so glad they're both alive. My dad's eyebrows got burned off-that is how close he came to being burned up as well. His dog barking let him know something was wrong, but the fire in that room was already so hot that he couldn't get close enough to it with the fire extinguisher, and the garden hose outside was frozen solid, and it took nearly half an hour for the first fire trucks to arrive after he called 911. By then it was too late; he and the little dog barely made it out.
pitbulllady
Anyway, they are having to move in with me now. I've been living for more or less the past five years in what was my grandparents' house(they are both deceased). They were my father's parents, and left the house to him, so he actually owns it and the property it's on. We're all having to make some big-time adjustments in living space. I'm temporarily having to sleep in an old single-wide trailer I own about a quarter mile away, in which I'd just kept a couple of cats and stored junk and dog food, since there aren't currently enough bedrooms in the house. My dad is retired, and stays up pretty late and sleeps in pretty late, and my brother works for a crew that cleans up a popular bar and grill and doesn't go in to work until around 1 am, and gets home around 8 or 9 am, and sleeps during much of the day, so of course that would be a problem with me having to get up at 5 am and go to bed early. We have decided, though, to convert an old living room, in which the other four cats I had lived, into my bedroom, so I've had to move those cats up here to the trailer, too, and put up with the inevitable spats as they encountered the other two for the first time. I've decided, though, to go with a Randall theme for my new bedroom; the walls are currently pale pink(no WAY they're staying that color), so I'm going to pain them purple. I've already bought thick purple, turquoise and lime green drapes, and I've got my eye on a teal throw rug at a local store. There's a scalloped wood valance over the windows that's already a coral-orangish-bright pink, like the tips of Randall's fronds, so it's staying that way. I'm going to have to move all my snakes and spiders and scorpions in there, but it's the biggest room in the house, so there should be plenty of room. Right now, the spiders are in the den, which I don't use, but of course my dad plans on using it as a den again, and putting in a new tv(lightning got the old tv in the den a few years ago), so I've got to get my spiders out of there. It's still gonna take some adjustments, since they are used to living in a house with no women(my mom passed away in 1989, and my sister's been married for several years and has two kids of her own), and I've lived on my own since my early 20's, but I'm more confident now that we can make it work out. It was just such a shock to come home and find them both there, at like, 7:30 in the evening, and to find out what had happened, but I'm so glad they're both alive. My dad's eyebrows got burned off-that is how close he came to being burned up as well. His dog barking let him know something was wrong, but the fire in that room was already so hot that he couldn't get close enough to it with the fire extinguisher, and the garden hose outside was frozen solid, and it took nearly half an hour for the first fire trucks to arrive after he called 911. By then it was too late; he and the little dog barely made it out.
pitbulllady
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