Drama Queen

So my husband has accused me of being a drama queen about these past few days.

Well I'm sorry that a fire that has burned something like 7,000 acres happened to flare up right next to the city I live in, but what am I supposed to do? Ignore it?

There was no ignoring that fire last night by our house, that's for sure.

That being said, for the original, large fire the only danger we probably really faced was smoke inhalation. I was never really worried about our house catching on fire, it would have had to burn through thousands of homes before it made it here.

But there is something strange that happens to you when such a large disaster is going on right by you, and people you know are being told to leave their homes, and they are shutting schools down. Or perhaps I should say, something strange happens to me.

It has come out that the Fire Department itself started the large wildfire. They were doing back burns (which is something that normally prevents fires from occurring near cities) and they believe that some roots may have been hot enough to ignite after the humidity disappeared, the temperatures soared, and the Santa Ana winds kicked up.

Sometimes, what can you do for trying?

The bottom line is that no one got hurt and people were inconvenienced for one or two days.

I'll take an inconvenience any day over a catastrophe.

Yeah, and can you say 90 degrees in February?

Ugh.

Comments

Suzanne said…
What's wrong with being a drama queen when you are in the middle of a dramatic situation?

I think you played it just right.

Suzanne
5:32 AM
Liz said…
I think I'd be a major drama queen if I could see fire and smoke out my door! I'd be worried if you didn't feel a bit of drama!!
9:42 AM
... Paige said…
{bows & curties} to your highness. I would have been spraying the house with a water hose. Glad all are ok
12:18 PM
Anvilcloud said…
Ninety there. Five here right now.
8:58 PM
Dani said…
90 degrees? Wow, it's about 20 here and we're getting a snow storm this weekend.

Personally, I can't imagine going through this. Seeing smoke on the horizon and then actual flames. No drama queen are you!
6:36 AM
Gina said…
Paige, I forgot to mention- welcome!

And again, thanks to all for your good thoughts.
9:38 AM
red fish said…
I felt the same way when there was a big forest fire in Los Alamos in 2000. We lived far enough away that I wasn't too worried about our house, but stepping out of our front door to watch a massive fire was daunting. It is definately not overreacting.
6:39 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Onward

The end of the school year, finally! Did I tell you that my son went to public school this past year? Did I tell you that my daughter was in a regular Kinder classroom this year? Although it was nice to have them both in school, there were definitely things I was not so hip on, such as having to wake up at 5:20 every morning just to get everyone out the door on time.  And then after all the driving and dropping off, going to work. Such fun! I had forgotten the dreariness of having to complete mounds and mounds of homework (even though new research has shown that homework, especially for Kinder, is for shit).  Of constant deadlines and fundraisers and things I am supposed to volunteer for. My daughter had a good year, but was definitely not without its bumps. Her teacher, an older, highly experienced, practical woman with a Master's in Education, kept referring to my daughter as an "inclusion student."  It wasn't her name or just "student" but was...
Read more

Apples and Oranges

Perhaps some of you may have noticed, but the real estate market is beginning a tumble in prices that benefit us, prospective buyers. And we're going to wait. That is cold, cold comfort to those such as J and Py , who are attempting to sell their place as we speak. But, we're not going to wait too much longer, if that makes them feel any better. There is no sense trying to time the bottom of the market, and we have been putting off moving, oh, since Mr. P was born because of the huge runup in prices. So huge that at one point, we could barely afford to buy our own place from ourselves. We should be ok even if we sell at a lower price than we could have gotten say, two years ago. We have, however, a dilemma. We have narrowed our choices down to two cities. And we are stuck there. We just can't figure out which city is better, and they are oh-so-different. Let me give you a rundown. City 1 Older, smaller houses (in our price range) Larger lots Beach city Infrastructure...
Read more

D-A-N-G

As with all young children, for a very long time we parents rely on the old "spell the word out" trick for talking about things in front of them that we don't want them to know. Well, our time seems just about up. Hubba-hubba was trying to tell me about an upcoming event in which Santa would be making an appearance. As Mr. P is very much into Christmas this year, we knew that any mention of Santa would bring a long soliliquoy about how Santa is magic and how he makes the toys and how he has a list and on and on and on. And at that moment, we just didn't feel like hearing it. Don't judge people, don't judge. So, Hubba-hubba spelled out "S-A-N-T-A." "Hey, what did you just say?" said the five year old. "Nothing" lied replied his father. "I know what you said, Daddy! You said Santa!" Anybody know a place that sells semaphore flags?
Read more