We moved back home Sunday morning. Simply couldn't afford staying in town any longer, either monetarily or emotionally. It was fairly clear when we arrived, but we are socked in this morning.
Saturday afternoon we cleaned out the freezer. Everything had defrosted but was still icy cold, so I spent the afternoon cooking it all at Elsie's. She put it all in her freezer and refridgerator, then I picked it up Sunday afternoon and restocked our freezer. When I was done cooking, I called RJ to see if he wanted to come to dinner with us Down There. He was thrilled to get out and we had a scrumptuous, free dinner at McGlinn's. Just what we all needed. Don't think I mentioned that they were giving free dinners to evacuees.
Wenatchee was holding their annual Harvest Festival over the weekend and that included a dog show. Guess where they were staying. Yep, I think every show dog was at Motel 6! Oh, that was fun. . .
So good to be home, smoke or no smoke. We are at the far east end of our canyon and the fire is at the south and west end. And we know three different ways to evacuate in three different directions. Elsie called last night to tell us that the fire boss said things didn't go the way they wanted yesterday, but the lines seem to be holding. So we set the alarm for 2:30 am and JB got to to go look around. The only thing he could see were a couple small hot spots high up on one slope where they had back burned. We are keeping our get-away packs in the cars, just in case.
A few things I could get used to from our week Down There. All the water we wanted, when we wanted. Clean sheets every night. A latte every morning. (I splurged on nectar of the gods to help keep my spirits up . . . of course a glass of spirits in the evening helped too. . .)
Thought for the day: Life isn't about staying out of the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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