Fires have literally formed a ring around southern California. And there is nothing funny about fire. There is nothing funny about the absolute devastation that has been unfolding over the last five days.
Ash covers our cars even though they're parked in the garage.
Our schools have been closed.We have headaches and coughs and bloody noses and asthma attacks.
Our entire city looks like it's blanketed in fog, when really it's been overtaken by smoke.
Ash floats through the air like snowflakes - pieces of people's lives. As I wipe it off my tub and kitchen counters and out of Savannah's hair, I wonder: is this someone's wedding dress? Baby book? Vacation photo? Entire lives settle on the ground around us. Memories reduced to nothing but dust we wipe into the garbage.
We are not in any immediate danger, though.
My mom lives one mile from one of the biggest fires. She had her bags packed for two days ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Fortunately, that fire has been contained and their air is starting to clear.
We have friends who have evacuated. We know of people who lost their homes. You can actually see flames on the horizon from the upstairs windows of one of our neighbors.
But, again, I am grateful. We are safe.
What scares me the most is what all of this devastation is going to look like when this is over. How long will it take for our beautiful coastline to recover? How long will it take for our communities to recover?I appreciate all of your concerned emails and I apologize I didn't let you know how we were doing earlier. Our status is officially: shaken, but not stirred.