The Buckets by Greg Cravens for July 29, 2023

Speaking as one who has gone into people’s houses for medical and fire emergencies many, many times, 98% of the time, we don’t even notice the non-clean house, because it looks just like our house, like someone actually lives in it.

The other 2% of the time . . . well, those are memorable. I’ll just leave it at that.

I thought the fire was on the second floor?

I know how she feels. I’ve thinking about hiring a maid, but I’d be embarrassed for them to see mess it’s in. But under these circumstances, that wouldn’t be my biggest priority.

MY sweet friend for whom I do some light cleaning, has an autoimmune disorder that makes her exhausted most of the time. Every time I come over she says sorry when she answers the door. I told her many times that like Valency in LM Montgomery’s book The Blue Castle, I prefer to clean a home that needs cleaning.

The look on Eddie’s face tells you what he wants to be when he grows up.

Coincidentally, there’s currently a house fire one block over from me.

So I came down here to read the comics. I ain’t no looky-loo!

My grandfather and my uncle were both firemen. One would think my mom would have been great at fire safety. Nope! Jury-rigged lamps, outlets with the giant expanded plugged into them and then extension cords plugged into those. The cards were of course covered with rugs! Candles burning all the time in a house that always had cats and dogs running around. Smoking in bed. Seriously that fact that the only fire I was in she was completely innocent of is a statistical anomaly.

You have the weirdest stuff happen when I’m off the grid on vacation.