Something exciting and dramatic happened today. I say exciting because it’s not something that happens every day in my neighbourhood, much less on my street. But for us poor schmucks in lockdown, exciting means it’s a diversion from the same old routine, right?
This is what happened.
I’m sitting at my desk in the open concept part of the house minding my own business. The husband comes and stands beside me and doesn’t move. At first, I ignore him. He can see that I have my headset on; this is an indication that I don’t want to be disturbed.
But he doesn’t move. I glance at him with an evil look on my face and he starts gesturing like a crazy person. 🙄
I move the headset off my ears and say “what”.
“There’s at least five firetrucks on our street,” he says.
First thing that pops into my head is there’s a gas leak and we’ll have to evacuate. This happens occasionally at the high rise apartment building on the south side of the road. But this time, the fire trucks were on the north side of the road, about five houses up from mine.
I walk over to the window beside the front door and look northward.
Yep. There are a lot of firetrucks with their lights flashing, and yellow police tape all around the area. The tape blocks access to the road from my driveway northward.
Quite a few people are hanging about in the street, gawking. 👀
I stare a little more through the window and can’t see an ambulance. Perhaps no one was hurt, or the ambulance is further up on the other side of the street.
My furry pal Tucker is keeping an eye on things. 😉
I decide not to go out and stand with the rest of the gawkers, and go instead on the internet.
Typing in some keywords, I finally find a cool municipal site I’ve never come across before which lists active incidents in the city. And there, at the top of several active incidents, is my street.
Looking closer at the details I see that 15 units were dispatched to the house in question.
I know the house. It’s located across the street from mine about five houses up. It was a bungalow similar to mine, and the family (whom I do not know) put on an addition in the back of the house. When I walk up that street, I often see some of the workers coming and going with their equipment. It’s clear that no one is living in the house – it’s completely gutted.
The list of emergency units on the site I was looking at was coded. I scrolled around and found a legend that identifies what the codes mean.
There were several fire trucks including one with an aerial ladder, a pumper and the division manager. There were other units that came, probably in a support capacity, including Heavy Haz and at least two rescuers.
The obvious conclusion to draw here is that part of the house collapsed due to a structural beam being removed. You do not move structural beams. Even I know that.
This is not good. This will mean a lengthy delay probably on the house building… ugh.
I hope no one was hurt. The list of codes didn’t show an ambulance but maybe by the time I went on the site, the ambulance already left… (I have no idea).
I walked back to the window a couple of times, noticing that several trucks and cars were trying to drive north and then having to turn around. We’re on a busy residential side street because the park entrance is at the bottom of our street, which means many people walk, and drive, to our street to access the park, beaches and marina.
So yeah, a little bit of activity going on outside today.
The other thing I noticed was quite a few people standing and watching the incident unfold. From my vantage point inside my own house I estimated at least 30ish people. There are probably as many, if not more, on the other side (which is closer to a main artery and shopping/traffic area).
Remember, we’re in a stay-at-home order, so everyone is home. Kids are also homeschooling…I’m not surprised to see that many people hanging around on the street; it actually reinforces that the majority of people are obeying the provincial lockdown measures. Usually this time of day, the only people you would see are the stay-at-home moms (or dads) with baby strollers. I was such a mom, and the street was usually quiet until school was out at 3:30pm…
Today, nothing quiet is going on around here. People came out and watched the scene unfold… (not me).
Hopefully, no one was hurt.