A lot of things go through my mind when I think back to Thursday November 13, 2008. Excitement, annoyance, fear, disbelief, relief and thankfulness. I woke up excited, Barry and I were going to San Francisco the next day, we had tickets to see the Giants on Saturday, it was my first NFL game and they were Suite tickets so I didn’t have to freeze. We planned to stay for the weekend. We had a child sitter AND a dog sitter. I had a ton of things to do before we left, (shop for an appropriately colored outfit, wash the dog for the dog sitter, clean the house and I still had work that day).
I left work about 3pm, grabbed Brandon and headed to the mall. Success!! I found clothes that fit, were cute and on clearance – a triple bonus!! We jammed home, I changed into my cleaning clothes, short shorts and a nasty, fabric boogered tank that saw it’s best days long ago. I started dinner and began cleaning. It was HOT and windy that day, getting hotter as the day wore on. The dog loved his bath that day, it was a refreshing change from the weather.
It was getting along into the evening, dark because of the time change the week before. I was in the bedroom and Barry calls for me to get the binoculars. I was grumbling a little that he couldn’t come in and get them himself, we were about equal distance to them. But I grabbed them and headed outside to see what was going on. Barry was focusing on an orange light coming from across the hills, it was about 1/2 mile as the crow flies. He tells me to call 911 quick, it’s a fire. Oh crap! It’s dry, hot and windy! Perfect conditions for a firestorm. SERIOUSLY!?! ou have got to be kidding?!?!
A few minutes later I get a panicked call from my daughter, she was at dinner at the Santa Barbara Harbor. This was what she saw. “Mom, there’s a fire! I’m coming home!”. I wouldn’t let her come back to the house, I’m glad she listened for a change. Living back in the foothills we knew it was a dangerous situation and I didn’t want her anywhere near the narrow, congested roads with panicked residents trying to get home and grab their “stuff’ and pets, people trying to evacuate their horses, all the idiots who just went up to “look”. I suppose there were fire trucks and police somewhere in the mix but we never saw them. Photo by Art Fisher / www.aarthurfisher.com
Anyway, that’s an old story and you can read the rest on my old blog.
So I’m all about closing circles and I’m fascinated when life moves in a cyclical fashion. I realized last week that the TeaFire anniversary was going to fall on a Thursday this year. I realized last night that we have tickets to a football game this Saturday. I wonder if there a sub conscience meaning to all this or it’s just life AND football season coming together. Either way it’s pretty wild.
It’s crazy how life takes all these twists and turns and somehow they still turn out ok. I thank God for our safety that night, so much could have gone wrong. Looking back the fire isn’t a sad event, it’s a time to give thanks and remember the blessing we have. Is it a coincidence that this happened right before Thanksgiving? I think not.