Athena glanced out the window and noticed it looked a little foggy. That didn't make a whole lot of sense. It gets foggy here, but not in the summer, so I got up to check outside for smoke. Sure enough, there was some smoke...and it was coming from our building. It was right about that time we heard people pounding on doors and shouting. Two maintenance guys came to our door to say, "There's a fire, you need to get out."
My first thought was to call Mom. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hey, our apartment is on fire--well, not our apartment, but an apartment in our building--and we were wondering if we could get a ride.
Mom: A ride? A ride where?
Me: I don't know. Somewhere that's not on fire.
Mom: Ha ha, I'll be right over.
So we got dressed, because we're in the habit of wearing our pajamas all day, said a prayer, wrangled the cat, and got out of there. The firefighters arrived right as we were leaving. The roads were blocked because of the fire, so it took some maneuvering to get to where Mom was, and then we dropped Athena and Page off at Mom's house while Mom and I went to buy some kitty litter (Mom has everything else we need for cats, but her cats are outdoor cats).
When I called the apartment later, the lady told me they were going to have a meeting to tell us what all we need to know, but because the roads were blocked off, we didn't get there in time for the meeting. We did find out that eight units were completely destroyed, and five were moderately damaged. We figure there's nothing we'd be completely devastated to lose, but there are a lot of things that would make us very sad, like the piano.
Mom turned on the news, where we were able to find out that the fire was started by a child who was playing with a lighter. Then when things got bad, the poor kid was too scared to call 911. The fireman on the news said if he had called right away, they probably could have saved all but the first apartment. The moral of the story is we need to teach our kids that it's okay to make mistakes, because it's more important to realize the mistake and fix it than to punish people for making them to begin with.
On the bright side, based on the news footage, it looks like our apartment probably was not one of the completely destroyed ones, but we won't know for sure until sometime later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not.
Today I'm thankful for making it out of our apartment with Page before anybody got hurt, Mom being available to take us away from the fire, the fire department (oh my goodness, so thankful for the fire department), everybody making it out of the building, and having a place to stay. Oh, and the fact that we have renter's insurance.