One thing about my dad is, he is extremely honest. If he says he'll do something, he'll do it. If he expresses an opinion, it's authentic. The back side of all that honesty is that he often lacks tact, but I guess I'm used to it. I think it's mostly because of Dad that I'm a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kinda girl. I dislike hypocrisy as much as he does, and I wouldn't want to be any other way. Thanks Dad!
I also appreciate that he's not one to sugar coat things. Life can be difficult, but what doesn't kill us makes us stranger (not a typo). This was not an upbeat week. A second devastating fire in just under a year reminded us that Fire Happens.
I mentioned that while last year's fire was met with anxiety and panic, this time felt different. When smoke began filling the sky, and breaking news alerts and evacuation notices began popping up on Tuesday, they were met with more a feeling of *sigh* [quiet expletive].
I'm extremely grateful for the firefighters and officials who worked so hard to get the fire under control. That goes for all of the peripheral people too - volunteers, animal shelter staff, grocery stores and restaurants providing free meals, other businesses providing resources and means for us "safe" people to help out...
And let's not forget the usually forgotten scientists and engineers who develop the equipment, the slurry, the firefighting technology...
And thanks to all my blog friends who check in and truly care. On Friday, the sheriff asked us to go wash our cars - jokingly to use Murphy's law to our advantage, since car washing usually brings rain. I went out and washed the biggest vehicle we own, the van. It needed it anyway.
Chaco waxed and vacuumed it, then we parked it outside... then the sweet sweet rains came. Thank you Murphy! Whoever you are!
But it wasn't just the mass car washing that went on. I believe in the power of car washing, the power of prayer, and the power of blog juju!