...and here comes...THE AMBULANCE!
yesterday was an interesting mix of work, play, and fun.
It started with a trip for breakfast (grocery shopping was on the list for the day) where I had a delectable French toast stickybun. Mmm!
I went to the garden to pick some beans and see if I could salvage any tomatoes (wiped out by late blight) then spent a lovely 3 hours prepping and blanching them.
The real story starts with the fireworks.
I rode to the fireworks in the engine (they were going to ensure safety) and was able to experience an amazing show in a front row seat. It was 10 when we were heading back to the firehouse, then home…or not. On our way, they got dispatched to a gas leak in a home in town. Thank goodness it wasn’t a fire call! We were there for nearly an hour (the non-firemen of the group - my nephew, another little boy, and myself – waited patiently in the engine). My first emergency response!
But it was when we got home that the real fun began…and the reason for the title of the blog. During our late night bowl of cereal we heard a police siren as it FLEW by our house…I mean flew! Over the radio, which my husband immediately turned on, we heard they were after someone who had been going 119mph. They lost him just past our house. We, of course, were interested and hung out outside and noted the goings on just up the street. We weren’t the only ones interested…numerous cops (state and local) all headed up this street looking for this car. While we stood near the garage, the area ambulance drove by. And then he drove by again. And again. And again. He did stop doing it after a while…instead of driving past our house, he would turn down the street right before it to make his loop. At one point my husband stated that we would let the ambulance be our guide. If it passed by one more time, he said, we’ll go in to bed. Immediately he regretted his words when what looked like the ambulance was coming one more time. Thankfully he got to stay outside a little while longer because it was just a white conversion van. ☺ We don't know the end of the story...we were tucked nicely in bed around 1:30.
It started with a trip for breakfast (grocery shopping was on the list for the day) where I had a delectable French toast stickybun. Mmm!
I went to the garden to pick some beans and see if I could salvage any tomatoes (wiped out by late blight) then spent a lovely 3 hours prepping and blanching them.
The real story starts with the fireworks.
I rode to the fireworks in the engine (they were going to ensure safety) and was able to experience an amazing show in a front row seat. It was 10 when we were heading back to the firehouse, then home…or not. On our way, they got dispatched to a gas leak in a home in town. Thank goodness it wasn’t a fire call! We were there for nearly an hour (the non-firemen of the group - my nephew, another little boy, and myself – waited patiently in the engine). My first emergency response!
But it was when we got home that the real fun began…and the reason for the title of the blog. During our late night bowl of cereal we heard a police siren as it FLEW by our house…I mean flew! Over the radio, which my husband immediately turned on, we heard they were after someone who had been going 119mph. They lost him just past our house. We, of course, were interested and hung out outside and noted the goings on just up the street. We weren’t the only ones interested…numerous cops (state and local) all headed up this street looking for this car. While we stood near the garage, the area ambulance drove by. And then he drove by again. And again. And again. He did stop doing it after a while…instead of driving past our house, he would turn down the street right before it to make his loop. At one point my husband stated that we would let the ambulance be our guide. If it passed by one more time, he said, we’ll go in to bed. Immediately he regretted his words when what looked like the ambulance was coming one more time. Thankfully he got to stay outside a little while longer because it was just a white conversion van. ☺ We don't know the end of the story...we were tucked nicely in bed around 1:30.
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