California is on fire again...
Stepping outside my house this morning was remarkably bizarre. Aside from the tangible absence of one darling Miss DeCecco, the weather was all wrong. Every morning for the past month or so has been cold and wet. (Let it be known that from now on when I refer to cold it is California cold, i.e. middle 40s) Heavy dew perches on countless green leaves, and while the decidous trees have been stealthily changing color, and occasionally and in poignant fashion falling, there is no indication that it is Autumn.
Well, that all changed this morning.
The air was bone dry. No humidity at all. And while the wind here is usually cool and from the southwest, from over the ocean, this wind was hot and from the east. Blowing as if it were a storm, too, hard wind. I softly hoped that there would be no fire, as the southern third of this state is little more than several million square miles of kindling, but to no avail. As lunchtime approached, northern Moorpark had caught fire. Soon after one in Chatsworth followed, and a third caught in Simi Valley. The highways were closed, housing developments evacuated, college classes cancelled. The last I heard it was 5% contained.
My calculus exam, however, will just have to wait for another day.
Brandyn has left me all alone so she can go volunteer for the Red Cross, helping people who lost everything in Katrina, forcing me to wake myself up in the morning, make all my own meals, and even sleep alone. Can you believe the nerve and selfishness of some people. Sheesh.
Last I heard, the shock-haired beauty was en route from Montgomery, AL to Monticello, MS where she will be doing something to be helpful. She has met some nice people, one of whom has ferns tatooed on her feet as well! She will be doing stuff, and that stuff will help. Sorry folks, that's all I got. It was a pretty quick phone call.
Dan, I heard about your meeting for people who want to make beautiful things. How I wish I could attend. Best of luck.
Today was a great day to be an American. May Tom Delay rot in prison.
Well, that all changed this morning.
The air was bone dry. No humidity at all. And while the wind here is usually cool and from the southwest, from over the ocean, this wind was hot and from the east. Blowing as if it were a storm, too, hard wind. I softly hoped that there would be no fire, as the southern third of this state is little more than several million square miles of kindling, but to no avail. As lunchtime approached, northern Moorpark had caught fire. Soon after one in Chatsworth followed, and a third caught in Simi Valley. The highways were closed, housing developments evacuated, college classes cancelled. The last I heard it was 5% contained.
My calculus exam, however, will just have to wait for another day.
Brandyn has left me all alone so she can go volunteer for the Red Cross, helping people who lost everything in Katrina, forcing me to wake myself up in the morning, make all my own meals, and even sleep alone. Can you believe the nerve and selfishness of some people. Sheesh.
Last I heard, the shock-haired beauty was en route from Montgomery, AL to Monticello, MS where she will be doing something to be helpful. She has met some nice people, one of whom has ferns tatooed on her feet as well! She will be doing stuff, and that stuff will help. Sorry folks, that's all I got. It was a pretty quick phone call.
Dan, I heard about your meeting for people who want to make beautiful things. How I wish I could attend. Best of luck.
Today was a great day to be an American. May Tom Delay rot in prison.
posted by nicholas at 9:12 PM
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