Good grief, I’ve never seen anything like this. This morning we seemed to be in the clear, this afternoon looked fine, and now there is a fire on this side of the ridgeline, half a mile from our house in the other direction. We can’t tell if it’s holding steady, moving our way or the other, getting worse or better—we can’t figure anything out from the TV, Internet coverage, neighbors, firemen driving by, or our own senses. It is creepy-scary, tell you that. Here are pics of the new threats:
We will get 30 minutes to evacuate, from the time of the knock on the door or the siren/hornblast in the street from the fire department or police. I stayed packed, Lydia unpacked this afternoon—but organized SuperWoman that she is, she is ready again, and we have all the essentials ready to go.
Sorry to take you on this emotional see-saw ride, but consider what it’s been like on the front lines here. It really does focus the mind, you know? It helps you remember, if you’ve allowed yourselves to forget, what is truly valuable in this life.
I left everything in “evac” mode—the computer network is down, the bags are packed, the car is ready, and we are just biding our time as the battle rages around us. I will post again soon, folks.
More prayers coming your way!
We are with you in spirit. You are right, bro ( and I mean that literally) it often takes a crisis to make life more vibrant in our hearts.