Friday, November 18, 2005

We didn't start the fire...

it was always burnin since the world's been turnin.....

So this morning, I woke to my husband's voice telling me on the phone that maybe I should wake up and check out a fire that is burning in the hills above our apartment. Funny thing is, he had awaken me from a dream I was having about a fire. When I woke up and smelled the smoke in our home, I found out why the dream seemed so real. Just to be on the safe side, I packed all of our momentos/photos into 2 huge bags along with some clothes just in case we need to evacuate. I even packed my nursing books like a good little student. Too bad, can't spare the fish, but they'd probably die soon anyway of fin rot. Randy pleaded for me to pack his video games, and I did. Atleast if we needed money we could sell them.
I can currently see the flames and dark billowing smoke from where we live. The helicopters are flying right over our apartment carrying the water and making drops not too far away from where we are. Ashes are everywhere. Looks like it's spitting snow (Indiana term for snow flurries). Poli is closed off at the top of our street. I ran an errand earlier and when I got back to my street, it was blocked off from Main St. I had to flash my i.d. and tell the cops there that I lived in the lovely apartments on Aliso and they let me through.
It's weird now, sitting in our apartment, looking at the stuff all around me (on the walls, in bookcases, on the floor, in closets) that have been designated flame-worthy. None of those other things really mean that much to me I guess. It's a weird feeling, that the stuff I'm surrounded by daily is not in the bags and the stuff that is in the bags usually are put away in dark closets. What means the most to Randy and me is lying in a heap in the middle of our kitchen floor, ready to be saved. All the other stuff I will look at in a different way now. Not that I want to lose my home in any way, but what I have picked to be saved really shows what kind of stuff I could really live without.

6 comments:

Martha said...

wow, I never would have thought of it that way. Makes you think, huh?

Anonymous said...

I saw a link about that on http://www.AEDefibrillator.com yesterday that made it sound like you would do better finding it online.

Nick said...

These spammers are preeeety tricky. I almost started thinking that I would do better to find it online.

Wait....what is it?

jacquie said...

Yeah. As I read Kristi's blog, I kept thinking, "I wonder if I would do better finding it online?" I remember seeing a link about it too.

jacquie said...

I saw their stack of stuff tonight when we stopped by. I saw a few items of clothing, a few family momentos, and about 20 packs of pictures of Levi. Oh yeah, and the video games, thank goodness. If those got burned in the fire, we'd have to scrape Randy off the Cemetery Park lawn and get him to grief therapy.

The One and Only Bugg said...

FYI, Nick. An automatic external defibrillator is that thing with the paddles that jumpstarts a person's heart.

Stupid fire. Ruined our slumber party we had planned with Levi tonight.