I'm finally starting to feel like we won't have to evacuate. The air is still full of soot, and there are drifts of ash on the driveway and patio, but the fires aren't nearly so close as they were. I actually slept last night, instead of doing the light snooze/keeping an ear out for evacuation orders kind of sleep I've been doing. Rick's on his way home from the airport right now, and that's the last thing I need to feel like everything is going to be normal again.
Of course, I still have to finalize the decision not to go to a family wedding in Houston this weekend. To be honest, I'm very clear on the decision: I don't want to leave my house right now. It's the bit where I have to tell my parents that I'm dreading. They SO want us to be there, and when I said last night that I thought we probably wouldn't make it, there was a lot of "surely it'll be fine by then" talk going on. I'll just have to keep saying this out loud. Clearly.
Before going to sleep last night, I savored the sense of feeling safer. I think I'm ready for a funny movie (I don't know about you, but there comes a time after stress when I need to laugh). Maybe The Gods Must be Crazy? It turns out I have a very juvenile sense of humor that is entertained by people falling down stairs and into lakes. Besides which, that movie has one of the greatest lines of all times, when one woman turns to another in a crowded cafeteria and asks, "Do the voices in my head bother you?" That's how I feel right now -- I'm hoping that the voices in my head aren't bothering you all. But they need to go somewhere, and here is where they're going.
A friend of mine and her family are staying with us now. They've been evacuated, and while they're house is still OK as of this point, the fires are still close and they can't get to their home. The web sites keep saying that my town is potentially threatened, but I'm feeling safer. OK, I've circled around to the beginning again, so I'm going to knit more. Pictures of Kauni soon, I promise.