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When Hay Bales Go Bad...
Friday, December 21st, 2007 10:42 pmThere is a huge fire down the road from us. Apparently, some of those big, ginormous hay bales composted, and have combusted, and the fire is spreading, because everything is dry, dry, dry. It's been burning for about four hours now, and since the wind is blowing the smoke toward US, Auntie is not a happy camper, so to speak.
This makes me a whee bit grumpy, because I've actually started to get some of my energy back, and feel almost like myself... well, except for the having to take three hour naps to recover from shopping, or walking outside part, that is.
The Husbandly One is on the one hand amused, and on the other, alarmed. From his point of view, I'm sitting there talking normally enough, then I start getting a little out of it, I yawn mightily, then I'm out. I stagger to the bed, fall into it face first, and I'm out. At least it's not happening as frequently.
I think the fire might be spreading, because the glow I can see from my window is in a different part of the sky now, and still flickering. I find myself wishing the front was coming in NOW, so it would blow the smoke AWAY from us... and then on the other hand, I'm GLAD it's not coming in yet, because then the fire would most definitely spread FASTER, and cause more damage. I'm sure the fire fighters are working frantically, because we're under a wind advisory, we're under a burn ban, and we've got a severe fire warning out, because the humidity is dropping.
I find myself grateful now for the buffer of several blocks of houses, as well as the high school. Several years ago, when we basically lived in a forest, THO and I used to worry constantly about the fire danger when the burn bans were on. We spent time clearing brush, and trying to keep the debris well away from our home. It was exhausting, and no matter how much we did, it was always barely enough. We never had fires, but there were a few close calls. And it was always at the backs of our minds.
Well, I'd go to bed, but thanks to the smoke, I can't sleep. And I'm so tired, but... if I lay down right now, I'll just have to get up, because... my chest hurts.
*grumble, grumble*
This makes me a whee bit grumpy, because I've actually started to get some of my energy back, and feel almost like myself... well, except for the having to take three hour naps to recover from shopping, or walking outside part, that is.
The Husbandly One is on the one hand amused, and on the other, alarmed. From his point of view, I'm sitting there talking normally enough, then I start getting a little out of it, I yawn mightily, then I'm out. I stagger to the bed, fall into it face first, and I'm out. At least it's not happening as frequently.
I think the fire might be spreading, because the glow I can see from my window is in a different part of the sky now, and still flickering. I find myself wishing the front was coming in NOW, so it would blow the smoke AWAY from us... and then on the other hand, I'm GLAD it's not coming in yet, because then the fire would most definitely spread FASTER, and cause more damage. I'm sure the fire fighters are working frantically, because we're under a wind advisory, we're under a burn ban, and we've got a severe fire warning out, because the humidity is dropping.
I find myself grateful now for the buffer of several blocks of houses, as well as the high school. Several years ago, when we basically lived in a forest, THO and I used to worry constantly about the fire danger when the burn bans were on. We spent time clearing brush, and trying to keep the debris well away from our home. It was exhausting, and no matter how much we did, it was always barely enough. We never had fires, but there were a few close calls. And it was always at the backs of our minds.
Well, I'd go to bed, but thanks to the smoke, I can't sleep. And I'm so tired, but... if I lay down right now, I'll just have to get up, because... my chest hurts.
*grumble, grumble*
