If you’ve been reading my posts, you know that my mom is “driving me crazy” as she prepares to move. Well, I have yet another story to add to the book.

Wednesday afternoon, the day after my surgery, my mom- who had stayed up until like 3 in the morning “punishing” P and I with her clanging and the screech of pulling packing tape, and moving furniture- was up early- with her same antics. Well, about 4 in the afternoon, she and my sister were in the garage when a man came to the house in a frenzy telling her that our back yard was in fire! My mom starting FREAKING out- I mean, she was frantic. She ran to the back yard and was yelling for help and told my sister to call 911. Meantime- I’m stuck on the couch and have no idea what is going on because I can’t get up to see how bad it is- like- do I need to get out of the house? My mom is screaming because the water hose is stuck on their lawnchair- some random man (bless you) climbed our 8 foot fence somehow and helped my mom before the fire dept got there. I could hear my mom spazzing from the living room. Wow. The firefighters put everything out. The fire burned most of our neighbors yard and started to come into ours. What an afternoon. So the rest of the evening, my mom kept going outside to make sure that everything was still fine. (she had heard sometimes fires can restart when its really dry outside) I woke up like at 3 in the morning as she was coming in from her hourly check. Talk about crazy. Praise God for the man who came to our house! Who knows how long it would have burned. I can’t handle that much excitement with my feet all screwed up