When Things Go Boom!

It was some time around noon yesterday when Ma came shuffling down the hall towards my bedroom calling my name. I squeezed my eyes closed, pretending to be in a deep sleep, because I'm a horrible daughter, but she didn't fall for it.

"Mahala! Did you hear the scanner??"

Sammy and Yoda both growled towards my door. Ma never comes that far down the hall, I guess they weren't expecting it to be her.

"No, I can't hear it back here," I answered.

"There was an explosion in town! Have you talked to T.A.? A propane tank blew up down there at the sandwich shop. You'd better call her!"

I groped around for my phone and found a text from T.A. saying, "I didn't do it, but apparently something 'sploded over at Ken's beer stop/tanning bed/pool hall/laundromat/convenience store." Once I established that no one was hurt, I went back to sleep. I was beat, T.A. had gotten home from Atlanta sometime in the middle of the night and I hadn't gone back to sleep until the wee-wee hours of the morning.

When T.A. came in from work, she filled me in on the details. Ken's uses propane to power the clothes dryers in the laundromat and one of them caught on fire. The resulting mini-blast had enough force to blow the windows out of the little town grocery store, which is right next door to the Pump N' Go. The gas station is surrounded by glass on three sides. If I allow myself to think about what could have happened, I get the heebie jeebies.

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T.A. had some guy come over after work yesterday to look at the sewer line clusterfuck that is our front yard. I have no idea who he is, I just know he works for the guy who owns all the heavy equipment in town that everyone hires to clear land. I felt selfish satisfaction when he told T.A. that the pipe Ma had Aunt Moses buy and pile up in our yard is the wrong grade for a sewer line. He's supposedly going to come by this weekend to work on it. I'll believe it when I see it.

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I was late for work this morning, my hair is a horrid mess, no make up and my muscles and joints are all kittywampus. Feels like a Monday to me. Once my drugs kick in, I'm going to hit the ground limping along like Qwazimodo running.

Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!!