It’s hot, stuffy hot, and raining ash. Animals–the deer and turkeys, birds and squirrels, raccoons and bears–are desperate for food and water. Our lovely, wonderful mountains of California are having a tough time and my heart breaks for the people who lost their homes to one of several fires over the weekend.
So while it would be easy to complain that the air is dreadful and dangerous, the heat instantly exhausting, I’d rather just be grateful to be in my favorite place on the planet: home.
Friends, neighbors, husbands, wives, and kids of friends go off to fight the fire and we’re so very grateful, knowing that they’re doing their best to save lives and homes.
As I’m sending love from my happy place–home in front of my computer writing with my puppy snuggled next to me–I’m glad to be productive. It’s been a weekend of work and super-duper quick walks so that puppy doesn’t go absolutely bananas. We both need our exercise but we get it in five minute treks given that the air is thick with falling ash.
This afternoon, we’ll pour cold micheladas and toast to the people of this amazing state working hard to keep us safe.