Not Having A Very Good Friday

Started off the day with falling at the house I babysit at. Luckily I fell on my knees, so the baby is fine. But my knee is all sore and bruised up. Then, on the way home, I called my mom to see if she wanted me to bring her lunch. She tells me that a policeman just left her office, apparently we had a fire at the house. No one was home. Some stranger passing by saw our back porch on fire, grabbed our hose, and put it out. Thank God he was there, or we would have lost everything. His name and address will be on the police report, so we'll be sure to thank him properly.

So I get home and check it out myself. There was yellow police tape blocking the porch. A plastic table was sitting on the lawn, a big hole burned right through it. We're thinking this is where it started. It normally sits between two chairs on the porch, and holds three ashtrays. They had to pry away some of the siding and a few boards had to be removed, not to mention much of it is charred, but luckily, the porch is still strong enough to walk on.

My house stinks of smoke, charred wood, and burnt plastic, but at least I have a house. I'm thankful for that and I'm thankful for that stranger. Things could have been so much worse.

Still...not a great end of the week, huh?