Today I awoke as usual with my mother ripping the blankets from my comfortably warm body, exposing me to the fan-cooled room. In my defense, I tried very hard to get up out of bed. But as you all know, it was very difficult, and proved fruitless. As I lay there, another blanket properly applied, I slowly drifted back into the world of dreams. And then BAM, like a whirlwind there she is, my mother standing over me with the blanket once again in her hand. As she strode from the room, I knew I must now get up. The first two wake-up calls were "nice". The next one would involve a large glass of cold water. So I crept from my bed and went to recline on the couch. Now some of you may wonder how I do this on a school day. Well, for one, my mother is trying to break this habit of mine, and has so far done a splendid job. I used to rise much later. But the reason I can "rest my eyes" for a bit longer is because I am homeschooled. I lay there on the couch for some time, and then finally, for the last time, was risen, commanded to wake up and start my day. So I did just that. Cleaning and history fair work until 11, when I prepared to get hassled by children at my job, as I have previously mentioned. On the way there we passed our neighbor, and elderly lady, holding her hips down watching her fire. This amused us because it brought back funny memories. The last time she burnt garbage, she also trimmed her grass all at once. Now before you say "how terrible that you poke fun at an older woman because her fire got out of hand and could have nearly killed her!" let me tell you the story. Now when "granny" burns trash, she burns TRASH. I don't mean wood, sticks, leaves and grass clippings. I mean all out trash. Bags, cans, old food, she burns it ALL. So anyways, my brother is in the yard playing football, when he sees smoke. Not unlikely in redneck county, but he goes to investigate just the same. So theres the fire pile in all its glory, burning everything but what was on it. In the midst was the elderly woman of whom I spoke, beating the flames as if fanning them would cause them to extinguish. As we all know, this caused them to rise all the more, and it didn't help much that this was mid-summer, during a drought. So Sam runs yelling from the scene, alerting the entire neighborhood of the dilemma. As God would have it, it was a Saturday, and my father and I were out by the pool. Hearing the cries of desperation, we told my mother to call the fire department, and decided to rush over and help. Thoughts of Indiana Jones and James Bond rushed through my mind at we beat repeatedly at the fire with shovels, as it started to consume the trees and bushes. Soon we heard sirens, and in the next few seconds we were working alongside firemen in full uniform while we stood in our swim wear. To create an even greater memory, my little brother rushes out to help wielding a rake. What a rake would do to prevent the fire from spreading is still a mystery to this day. Soon we had our forest fire under control, and were coughing up our lungs. To top it all off, poor Granny was charged a fine. To this day she has not lit a fire without watching it all the way through. Because who wants to pay a fine for burning trash and having your neighbors beat your bushes? Though some of you doubt this is funny, it was one of those moments when you had to be there. Although for all the trouble she gave us some money, and I have always been able to bring that up to top any of my friends vigilante stories. Now that that tale is done, I can finish my day. Anyway, at work I was once again bombarded by dodgeballs, but this time only because the kids had terrible aim at the basketball goal. The children were few and far between today, but I did get to read a great deal of my book. And discover that the CD player does NOT play DVD's, no matter if you DID just burn songs to it. At the end of my shift my mother and sister arrived, and Allison and I practiced our swing dancing routine for the variety show. Not TALENT show, VARIETY show. Because a talent show requires that the performers have talent. Something which all us at the YMCA homeschool program lack. We do look pretty good though, if I do say so myself. After that we drove home, and I got on here to share my adventures with all of you. The end.
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