No ECF this week…

…this week, we have sadness.  :o(

I did not have time to post an ECF photo this week because there was a large structure fire in our area.  R, as you know, is on the Fire Department and I, as you may not know, am involved in the Auxiliary.  Because of that, we spent 14 hours on Friday watching this happen:

Egremont Inn Fire

Here is a link to the TV news coverage and to the local newspaper story.

Unfortunately, it was a total loss but thankfully, no one was hurt.  We had amazing support from surrounding departments, including a neighboring town’s support team who kept the guys hydrated and fed at the scene all day and local businesses who donated food, coffee and in one case a gift card to purchase whatever we needed to make sandwiches.

R just had to go back down to the scene because of a rekindle (the 2nd one since last night).  Me? …I’m going back to bed.

Boys in Uniform…

Monday night was the annual FD banquet and all the guys were told to show up in full dress uniform.  Previous years they had a choice between the ‘work’ uniform that consists of a light blue short-sleeved shirt or the full dress.

Guess who was the ‘official’ photographer?  Though they didn’t tell me this until after I had a cosmo so some of the pictures are a bit…uhm…crooked.

Here is my favorite (it’s only officers, the FD is bigger than seven guys):

FD - the Officers

Want to know how I got (almost) all seven to laugh like that?

I told them to say, “boobies make me smile!” *grin*  There’s something to be said for having your photographer get a little tipsy prior to a photo shoot…though if I were 100% sober I probably would have had R facing the right way…*sigh* ohwell…at least they’re smiling.  ;o)

Sorry about that…

…I didn’t mean to drop off the blogosphere completely for like a week.  To be honest, I didn’t know what to write about since the biggest thing that happened to us was not a happy one.

As you all know, RR is a member of our town’s Fire Department.  He is also a first responder, trained in all things CPR.  You may or may not know this, but this means that he carries a pager and we have another one in the house all the time so I know when there is a call when he is not with me.  Last Sunday night, we had settled down to watch something on the DVR and the pager went off.  We listened and heard that the address was across the street from us and the call was regarding an unresponsive young girl.

RR jumped up, I jumped up and the drill began.  He ran for his shoes, I ran for the extra radio so I could hear what was going on and help if I could.  He kissed me goodbye (he always does this before a call, I’m scared to death something will happen to him if he leaves with no kiss) and jumped in the car.  I listened…and waited.

Five minutes later I heard the worst thing ever.  RR on the radio stating that it was a 14 year old girl and CPR was in progress.  His voice?  Terrible.  I knew how bad it was because I know him and I know his voice.  I also knew that the rest of the guys would have a hard time finding the driveway because it is not marked.

I ran for my shoes.  In my pj’s, I ran across the street to stand at the end of the driveway and flag the rescue truck and anyone else who showed up to the call.  At the end of the driveway stood the young girl’s brother with a completely stunned look on his face.  I asked him if he was okay, told him my SO was the first FD up there in the Jeep and asked him if he knew who was hurt.

He said, “Yeah, it’s my sister.  All I heard was my mom screaming that she hurt herself and wasn’t breathing.”

It was one of the rare moments in my life that I’ve been speechless.  After a moment, I said that I’m sure RR is doing his best and everyone else is going to be here any second.

Less than 30 seconds later, the rescue came around the corner, 10 seconds after that, the police, and 10 seconds after that, the ambulance.  I knew someone in each vehicle.  I knew they’d all be profoundly affected by what they found in that house.  I also knew that they were all the most courageous people I know, they all dropped what they were doing to save this girl, to do what they had been trained to do…

…and that they wouldn’t be able to sleep for a week because they couldn’t save her.

Yeah, it’s been a shitty week.