Friday, May 08, 2009

Who knew something called Jesusita could be so catastrophic?

The fire here apparently still continues to rage. During the day, it simmers down a little bit, then in the afternoon when the wind kicks up, it's all over. In the evening, the sky is a peculiar orange, and ash rains down like it's the apocalypse. I keep expecting Rose McGowan with a machine gun leg or a robotic Milla Jovovich to come smashing through the neighborhood. Instead, the Pinkberry is crowded with people in boardshorts who apparently have not noticed the carcinogen-rich air. Here in our little enclave, we're a solid 5-10 blocks from even the evacuation warning zone, though we're still ready to go if necessary (don't worry, Mom). The electricity is sort of spotty, flickering in and out (much like New York in the summertime) and it's still 80 degrees at midnight. Why does California have to be so lame sometimes?

4 comments:

Jill said...

You can come visit me in Utah. There are no fires here....yet.

la_sale_bete said...

Thanks!

Holly said...

I've been worrying about you....

la_sale_bete said...

i am okay. thanks, though!