October! A brand new month, which, means that I get to reset the counter on my 50/50 whining/complaining/bitching/moaning count for blog posts. Good thing, too! Because, friends, I now have personal reason to compare 2020 to a dumpster fire.
This was the view from Hugh's office window at midnight on Friday...
...that would be the storage units a block and a half down the road from our house.
Those storage units housed all of the back-up inventory for the local homeless shelter; blankets, towels, personal hygiene items, canned food, and other basic needs items.
All gone. Devoured by flames that the local fire department fought bravely for hours.
To the left of those units is a house owned by a family that we have known as long as we have lived in Petticoat Junction. The firefighters battled the flames with a vengeance on that side of the inferno, and, thanks to their efforts, our neighbors still have a home.
At first, the Fire Marshal suspected that the fire was started by a couple of transients who have been trying to sleep in a small alcove between units, but, video captured on our Ring camera on the front porch seems to show an explosion in one of the units, so there is now speculation that it may have been an amateur meth lab. It really doesn't matter, either way; the end result will not change.
The good news is that no one was hurt, neither vagrant, nor junkie, nor neighbor, nor firefighter.
According to a Facebook post, the Pastor who runs the shelter has already started to receive replacement donations, and, a fund was set up for people who lost items in the fire. That's the beauty of Dumpster Fire Times; people come together to help each other out.
If 2020 has taught us anything, it's that we really are all in this together. And, if resiliency is the middle finger that we give 2020, more the better. But, seriously 2020?