Blake's Kind of Place
John and I both slept like babies last night in our little nest on the living room floor. Peter offered to sleep downstairs but we told him we were very happy there. Blake has chosen a spot by the fireplace with his head on the hearth. Note the blurry tail which wags every time anybody looks at him.
Quite a few evacuation orders have been lifted but because there were so many houses lost on our little road have been lost and so many power lines along Los Alamos Road have been destroyed, we are still waiting. The sherriff posted a video from a helicopter flying over over Sonoma Valley. Every single place that was dry grass (like our field) is now black. I don't think there are any houses left up the Wildwood Mountain Road, the gated road that starts at the bridge at the end of our road. Many houses on Los Alamos Road above our house must also be lost. Evacuation orders for the Glass fire indicate how huge this fire is as they are in Napa county far away from here. I have learned from looking at maps that Glass Mountain, where the fire is believed to have started, is in the range behind us. The Los Alamos fire which started on the road behind us on Sunday night later merged with the Glass fire.
But the vagaries of wildfires mean that here, at Dana and Jim's less than a mile away, everything looks almost untouched. John is beginning to get a bit paranoid and bolshy about not being allowed to go home, and the rest of us are beginning to tell him that it really isn't about him. I gave him a haircut (and only nicked him behind the ear once). He's behaving himself now...
Conversations with friends seem to be mostly a litany of who has lost their home and who has been spared. I had a nice talk with Walking Wombat who is all too familiar with this scenario. I grudgingly reinstated my Facebook posts of this blog and Messenger when I realized that 27 people had left messages in the past week. This kind of concern renews my faith in humanity but also makes me realize that the media fixation on bad news has a few positive consequences.
Tomorrow is another day...
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