Thanksgiving

I have so much to be thankful for this year. I feel truly blessed. My critique group continues to support & promote each other. My students are reading better and finding joy in dramatic voice inflection. I haven’t been flooded in 4 years. My family is healthy. And my son, my beautiful sunshine boy, is off on his own adventure carving his place in the world.

Nick is now a Seaman Recruit, in the middle of boot camp training at the naval facility in Great Lakes, Michigan. HIs workouts were so impressive that he was just promoted to Athletic Petty Officer.    I could bust a button, and it’s not from sampling all those pre-Thanksgiving treats.  I’m  so proud.

What are you all thankful for?

Fire Update 3

One-hundred, sixty-eight foot steps on a winding trail, that’s how close my house was to the fire.

I hiked up the hill and walked the fire area today. It was sad—no animals and almost no plant life left. Now what’s will happen when the rain comes this winter? Mudslides? I hope not, but another thing to worry about come January.

I’ve always felt empathy for people living near a fire. But, seeing it on TV and living through it are two completely different things. And, my home wasn’t damaged.  Still, I can tell you first hand what goes through your mind—at least what went through mine:

Where is my cat?

Where is my dog?

What about my eight feral cats?

What should I pack? Medication, jewelry, underclothes, pants, tops and what else?

Does Stephanie (my close friend down the street) know?

I had better call her. No Answer!

I had better call her on my cell phone. Where is my cell phone?

Do my neighbors across the street need help?

How close is the fire?

What direction is the wind moving?

How long do I have before I need to evacuate?

I found my phone—oh no its battery is low. Where is my battery charger?

I have two messages and I need to call them back.

Why can’t I use my cell phone? I’m shaking.

I have some time; the wind is moving the fire northeast.

I forgot my photographs.

I better back up my computer and put my files on the thumb drive.

What about my homeowner’s insurance files?

I forgot the checkbook!

Someone is knocking at the door.

The sheriff told me the city recommends we evacuate; it’s voluntary right now.

Should I move a car down the block? I don’t want to drive over the fire hose!

I finally see Stephanie and her family—relief.

I forgot to pack our passports and pink slips.

What else have I forgotten?

My husband and I decided to have a written plan including things to pack, division of duties and priority of the plan’s items. This is the beginning of our plan:

1. Move cars (face outward or down hill beyond fire hoses–close enough to load)

2. Load animals

3. Pack medication, clothes and small valuables

4. Pack checkbook, unpaid bills, insurance policies and tax file

You get the idea. Your list will be different and maybe you will divide the duties or categorize them by high, medium or low priority or even by location: car or place near door. Whatever you do will be the right thing and I know from experience you will feel better in an emergency—I wish I had a list last Friday.

This is what is left of the beautiful hillside and all the animals’ homes.

My thoughts are now with the people in Los Angeles who have lost their homes or their homes are in danger.  Santa Barbara is another area of California that has suffered devasating losses in the last week.

Fire Update 2

Very Big thanks to: 

 Fire Fighters in San Luis Obispo, Atascadero, Arroyo Grande, Pismo, San Miquel and CMC.

 

 

 

Normally, I would have found it disconcerting to hear voices coming from the hill late at night.  But not last night–I found it comforting.  I had a great night’s sleep knowing the fire fighters were out there protecting us. 

 

I can’t believe how hard they work.  I’m posting a picture of our “HEROS and HEROINES” at work.

 

 

 

  Every orange spot is a fire fighter!

 

Thank you God! 

 

I would personally like to thank the two men who helped me load “Dakota”, my German Shepard, in the back of my car.

 

Fire Update

The fire is definitely out, but the fire fighters will be here for quite a while.

You can see the damage!

The fire was stopped about two football fields away from our house.

 

Over the wind chimes I hear the “crackle of the fire”

I live on a cul-de-sac and behind our house, there’s three acres of open space and behind that, it’s open all the way to the national forest.  In other words, I back up against “Open Space.” 

My husband woke me up this morning saying “get dressed there’s a fire behind the house.”  He said it calmly and he’s still calm. 

  

The crackle

That’s what I hear

The white smoke

That’s what I see

The red flames

That’s what I fear most

My feral cats might be toast

 

 

Me—I’m scared.  REALLY SCARED.  I wrote that poem more than an hour ago and the flames have been put out, for now.  The wind has shifted several times, mostly in our favor.  When it’s in our favor, is it against our neighbors?  I’m scared for them, too. 

 

I have eight feral cats that I have been feeding and taming for over two years and I’m worried that if we have to leave–will they be all right?

 

The Sheriff Department just told us the city would like us to evacuate.  It is voluntary, right now.  Everything seems fine for now, but I still have feeling of dread and a stomachache.  I’m packed and my dog and cat (the domesticated one) are in our cars ready to go, just in case it becomes mandatory.

 

A short year ago, the city and county heard opposing views on building on the hillside above our home.  The neighbors banded together and formed “SAVE OUR HILLSIDES” group.  If something had been up there, it would be gone now–just like the flora and fauna are gone.

 

 

 

 

Writers Reading Their Work

I got a phone call from Ann Schroeder inviting me to read my Lillian Dean First Page Writing Contest winning story at the next NightWriters’ meeting.  Then I got an email from NightWriters’ president Susan Tuttle with the same invitation.

 

I was thrilled, NOT AS THRILLED AS WINNING, but very proud just the same. 

 

There is just one problem—I HAVE SPEECH ANXIETY!  I’m terrified and the meeting is in nineteen minutes.  Why did I agree to do this?  Are all writers this nervous?  I feel sick!

 

Got to go and do a great job or embarrass myself.

 

 

Just got back and I didn’t die!  My husband said I did a great job, too!

 

Creative Non-Fiction Poetry Class

Yesterday’s class was the last one; I missed week eight.  I went to visit my uncle Bob and spend several days at his house.  I found I couldn’t leave the poetry at home—I wrote six poems while I was gone.  Therefore, I had new poems to take to class.

 

Everyone read an “original” poem; I chickened out at the last moment and read a very SHORT one.  Like many people, I have speech anxiety. 

 

I’m sad that I won’t be going to the class anymore this semester; but I’ve already enrolled for spring 2009. 

 

I have a feeling that I will continue to write poetry. 

 

We moved our “CHILDREN’s site

Visit KRITIQUE KRITICS FOR CHILDREN,

We moved our children’s section to its own domain and added a new “Field Trip” category. It is still children safe (“G” rated only) just like before; however, now it will NOT be attached to a “PG” rated site.

It was more work than I ever want to do again. I couldn’t do it all and Christine couldn’t do it all; even together we couldn’t do it all. In fact, we couldn’t get started; Christine had to ask her friend to help get us going.

We want to thank for her help in moving the site to its new location. We couldn’t have done it without her.

It did turn our great in the end, though.

I agree! My friend is Kaity, also known as UberChick. Kaity pursues her dreams while struggling with Generalized Dystonia. She is a brave, inspiring, and talented woman—and more fluent in ‘gobbledegook’ than I will ever be! Please check out her website: uberChicGeekChick.com, and her support forum for those who cope with GD: dystonia-dreams.org. Thank you, Kaity!