Here in the South Bay, I’m in a state of considerable anxiety. The air is smoky outside, the house is closed up and feeling stale, and it’s too warm for comfort (we have fans, no AC). The nearest fires are not far off in the east and getting closer, and others are moving toward us from the south and west. I still don’t know where we’d go if an evacuation order comes; my first idea was a terrible one. The very thought of trying to move my husband is exhausting. And getting trapped on any freeway seems like a special sort of hell. I’d rather suffocate in my own house.
All my family is on the East Coast. Friends in this area are in pretty much the same situation as we are. One couple we know have already been forced to leave their home in La Honda.
I am feeling lethargic and dull-witted. I’m not confident of making good decisions.
My sons are apparently not looking at this situation as one that calls for sobriety.
I’m pretty sure that the things I’ve packed will have to be abandoned. So is it better not to take them at all? Might they survive if I leave them here?
I don’t know whether important papers are better off with us, in bags we can’t carry far or protect, or in a semi-durable portable safe in the basement. I’m feeling too paralyzed to collect them all and put them in it.
If we go out on the street on foot, assuming we even could, we will be highly vulnerable by proximity to a vulnerable (and predatory) encamped street population near the freeways and downtown, exposed to heavily polluted air, and without power to run life-sustaining equipment. If we take our cars separately, we won’t be together, and they could become a liability at any moment. If we take one car, we can’t fit much of anything besides the four of us. If we stay put, we may either burn up or wind up being pulled out empty-handed.
So I’m on Fluther thinking about language and podcasts and ballots. Any minute now I might be fulfilling my intention to post a recipe or describe a book I’ve read recently.
Thanks for your kind thoughts.