Run Sheet
01/10/10
Needless to say, I haven't written in awhile. I've been in one of those places where the words just won't come, and when they do I'm nowhere near anything i can write with, or can't.
It's pretty goddamned frustrating when I get like this. I have stuff go by me every day that could be written about, but by the time everyone is in bed and quiet descends on the house, my brain is as empty as the page.
It's pretty interesting being a Firefighter right now. It seems that since 11 September people suddenly realized we exist. People wave as we drive by, people drop off cookies at the firehall. People shake our hands on the sidewalk for chrissakes.
It's not something I'm accustomed to. I watch my fellow FFs struggle through it as well. Some of the younger ones are eating it up, and unfortunately beginning to believe all of the "hero" crap. The older, more jaded ones like me are patiently waiting for another few weeks for it all to fade away when we'll all be taken for granted again.
It was pretty neat this morning though. There's a christian school down the road from out firehall and some of the kids came to the door this afternoon when we were washing the trucks.
One particularly serious-faced little redhead, all of 4 or 5 years old very solemnly gave me a card she had made. It said, in scrawled, just-learned letters of various sizes, curling down the end of the page.
"Dear Firemen, I love you. God is very happy that you protect his children. Love, Belinda"
It was all I could do not to laugh out loud or bust out crying. There aren't very many people more cynical than me about people who presume to speak for god, but y'know, If anyone CAN speak for god, it's probably Belinda.
I'm glad he's happy