Saturday, December 24, 2011

When it Rains...

Out here in the Middle Of Nowhere (TM), we never know what we're going to get.

During an unusual storm, we can easily get a couple of dozen calls in a couple of days, starting to rival the typical call volume of a more urban department.

On the other hand, we've gone a couple of weeks without a call.
When that happens, I start to get nervous.
We all do, but no one will say anything about it. To do so would be to accept the responsibility of being the one who "jinxed" the call.

So I start looking up things we haven't seen for a while, and double checking to make sure my preparations are in place. I'll start staying up later, since I'll be getting a good night's sleep, and I might even procrastinate some things.

I learned early on that procrastination is a bad idea. As soon as you do that, you'll get a call at the last minute, and whatever it was that you've been putting off will end up rushed or simply not done.  Most things, it doesn't matter all that much.  But some things matter.

We had a slow November. One of the slowest months in a long time.  Granted one of the few calls was a fully involved structure fire, which is rare enough around here.  But all month, we only had two EMS calls. That's unheard of.

December rolled around, and still, things were fairly slow.
Nothing at all the first two weeks.
Then a couple of calls here and there, but nothing major, and all during the day.
Starting to get nervous.

I've been making a lot of Christmas presents this year. Money is short, and I like making things, so much of my plans for gifts have been time-intensive homemade things.  It has been a challenge to make things for my kids when they are here most of the time. I don't really have some place to hide away to work on things, so some of the tasks kept getting put off, hoping there would come a day, or days, when they'd have other things to do.

So here we are Christmas Eve.
Several gifts are not finished.
They finally had plans to spend some time with their father, who is in town for a few days.

So what happens?

It's so obvious, I probably don't even need to say.

Four calls in the past twenty-four hours, so far.

So I had better get off the computer and get back to work!

1 comment:

  1. Yeah, but the nice part of all this is that your kids, before anyone else, will understand why things aren't perfect on Christmas Morning. It just goes with the territory.
    If they don't, just send them over to my Fire Company for a weekend and they will understand by the time you get them back.
    May God bless you and your family for a wonderful holiday together, in spite of the jobs you may work.
    We were dead this weekend, and tonight, just before we left for the big night at my sisters house we got banged out for a public service call. 'Cat in a tree". We don't do these calls, but it was Christmas eve, and an old friend of the department, so the Chief was happy to assign my company to the call. Oh Joy to the world. My back might come back into shape by Tuesday after humping a 35 foot ladder with one other guy.
    But the customer was happy and there is again peace in the world, so far as is possible. The cat still is not so sure how he feels about the whole thing.
    Happy Christmas,