Fire In My Hometown
(This is a little excerpt I wrote one day during fire season in California.)
It’s 6:25 on a Sunday evening in October. The power has just gone out where I live. That effectively cuts off the last half hour of my work shift today, not that I’m complaining.
The TV is out, as well as all the lights, and my WiFi doesn’t work too well. Mom and I are sitting out in the backyard as the light slowly fades.
Well, I think, at least I get the rest of the night off. I like my job, but it can be difficult at times. I’m grateful for the remote work though. As there is nothing else to do at the moment, I sit and think of all the things I want to do. I want to write more, and I need to finish working on my book.
I flip to the notes app on my phone and begin to jot down my thoughts.
We get a call from Dad who tells us we might have to evacuate, because there is a huge fire nearby. So Mom and I go inside to pack a suitcase. I decide to pack all the things that are important to me, just in case.
I update Facebook with what’s going on. Hopefully everything will be fine, but you never know. Better to be safe and prepared than sorry.
The weird thing about all this is that I’ve had premonitions in the past about our house burning down. I always ignored them, dismissing them as delusions. I hope they are just that.
It’s 8pm, and the power is supposed to come back on. For now, we are just waiting.
Mom is cooking hamburger in the kitchen. Dad has managed to hook the TV in the living room up to the generator.
I sit there, on the couch with my dog on my lap, typing away. Sometimes I get weird moments of inspiration like this, and I feel it’s best to act on them. I think about my book, trying to get some brainstorming done.
There were a few articles on writing a book on Pinterest that I wanted to read. Too bad the WiFi is down.
C’mon power. I need you.
After a few hours, the power comes back on, and we realize we are out of danger. Darn, I think. Now I’ve gotta unpack my car. I think I’ll do it tomorrow.
Off to bed.