Write Lightning is a blog from writer Deb Thompson.
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(Some links or topics may not be completely kid-appropriate.)
Mon, Jul 06 2009
Smelling smoke again
I've been trying to sit and do some writing today, but life seems to be working against such things. And now I'm monitoring a fire situation in our general area. A little more than a year ago we had evacuations in our area because of a wildfire, so even though I know this fire is farther away (on the ocean side of the highway), it's unnerving to hear of it. Today time I was at least able to phone my spouse at his work and let him know things are good in our neighborhood at this time. The tension for us last year was in not being able to get home for two hours and wondering the whole time what we would find when we got here. We crawled along with emergency vehicles raising dust on the shoulder as they tried to make their way through to the fire area and we were only allowed into our neighborhood when we let the police know we had animals to rescue. (We still had our cat at that time and we were keeping an eye on the neighbor's two cats as well.)
I've closed the windows for now, to keep the drifting smoke outdoors. But the first breath I took that brought smoke to my nostrils made the hair on back of my neck stand up. It's not quite Pavlovian, but it does bring back eerie feelings.
posted at: 14:54 | category: /Miscellaneous | link to this entry
I've been trying to sit and do some writing today, but life seems to be working against such things. And now I'm monitoring a fire situation in our general area. A little more than a year ago we had evacuations in our area because of a wildfire, so even though I know this fire is farther away (on the ocean side of the highway), it's unnerving to hear of it. Today time I was at least able to phone my spouse at his work and let him know things are good in our neighborhood at this time. The tension for us last year was in not being able to get home for two hours and wondering the whole time what we would find when we got here. We crawled along with emergency vehicles raising dust on the shoulder as they tried to make their way through to the fire area and we were only allowed into our neighborhood when we let the police know we had animals to rescue. (We still had our cat at that time and we were keeping an eye on the neighbor's two cats as well.)
I've closed the windows for now, to keep the drifting smoke outdoors. But the first breath I took that brought smoke to my nostrils made the hair on back of my neck stand up. It's not quite Pavlovian, but it does bring back eerie feelings.
posted at: 14:54 | category: /Miscellaneous | link to this entry
