22nd Oct 2007
Dear Wind, Please Stop. XO Agua Dulce
I can’t express how scary last night was: gale force winds that seemed to be lifting the roof off, the power flickering off and on
after being out for 24 hours, and the on-going threat of having to evacuate.
Yesterday, a brush fire (now named the Buckweed Fire) started in the area in which I hike every morning, part of Agua Dulce, California. We saw the smoke behind our home, Jim drove around to investigate, we heard sirens and then planes started dumping water right behind our neighborhood. I put all our evacuation gear (financial records and laptops mostly along with changes of clothes and dog food) out on the bed to organize it, and then later moved it to the front door.
The fire burned through the backcountry and through some neighbors’ homes behind us, the firefighters protected the rest of our neighborhood, and then the fire moved on (and is now all over Santa Clarita in like eleven different fires), and all the neighborhood men covered the embers with dirt.
Some of us are dirty and tired. Some of us are just tired. All of us would like the wind to stop.
Meanwhile, I’m going to try to do some work while the power is on.
You’re in my thoughts and prayers, Ms. T. Fire is such a scary thing, especially when it’s so close. Prayin’ hard!
Yikes!!! I’m so thankful it went around you.
I firmly believe the punctuation police will ignore the triple exclamation points above. Sometimes exclamations are truly worthy of three.
Yes, Anne, even though that is my particular pet peeve, you will be forgiven for that. I have had about a thousand of them running through my head all day.