Well, there you go. We've got fires to the west of us. We're in no danger, thankfully, but we can smell and see the smoke and ash blowing in the wind. And tonight, while I was giving Orion a bath, the house got a good rattle. Aubrey came out of her room.
"You're going to check your email now, I guess."
"Mom, you're such a geek."
"Beachfront property. Any day now."
And, faithful as ever, a computer-generated Caltech Seismology Dept shake map was in my inbox, showing a 4.2 about 27 miles south.
The winds have been wicked all day. I took Orion to the park in the afternoon and the kids ducked and covered for blowing sand several times.
Then there were the devastating storms in Virginia this week. Now a bit of CNN ought to put me right in the mood to hide under the covers with my Poppets.
Funny how it doesn't quite work that way. Seems the more aware I become of the uncertainty and sadness the world is, the more I appreciate every good thing
here and now.
Create, live, play, learn.
But for now, sleep.
Take care out there, all of you, but don't forget the occasional joyful abandon. Find something that resonates and go hog-wild.