It seems weird to hit a "heart" that says, like, cause it's not that I "like" this post, you know what I mean? I feel the angst. The anxiety. I feel so so sad for everyone. Thank you for expressing it so vividly.
2007 and 2014 are the fires we had that I remember. The former, the family photos were in the car and the cat carrier at the ready in the living room. Mom and I were poised to evacuate to a friend's place at a moment's notice. The latter, I was at work, the fire was across the freeway, and they were evacuating the nearby Starbucks. My mother had sent my husband to come get me.
Both times, my work called as the firestorms raged, "When are you coming in?" (I worked for an answering service.) Both times, I told them what they could do with their requests. Both times, they took me back anyway.
The answering service no longer exists. Hubs and I are still around. Mom's in a facility, her brain completely gone, her body still chugging along as it can.
It seems weird to hit a "heart" that says, like, cause it's not that I "like" this post, you know what I mean? I feel the angst. The anxiety. I feel so so sad for everyone. Thank you for expressing it so vividly.
Excellent! You've captured the chaos and confusion of being inundated by a cacophony of contradictory voices.
Orli Please Look after Yourselves Its chaos Too much Information
I have been thinking about this piece since I read it yesterday , very powerful!
Speaking from San Diego...
Yes, we're okay, at the moment, and watchful.
2007 and 2014 are the fires we had that I remember. The former, the family photos were in the car and the cat carrier at the ready in the living room. Mom and I were poised to evacuate to a friend's place at a moment's notice. The latter, I was at work, the fire was across the freeway, and they were evacuating the nearby Starbucks. My mother had sent my husband to come get me.
Both times, my work called as the firestorms raged, "When are you coming in?" (I worked for an answering service.) Both times, I told them what they could do with their requests. Both times, they took me back anyway.
The answering service no longer exists. Hubs and I are still around. Mom's in a facility, her brain completely gone, her body still chugging along as it can.
C'est La Guerre...
Stay safe, y'all.
Powerful! Thank you , Orly!
Very powerful, I'm angry and scared and heartbroken for you.
I restacked, shared in notes, and then got drunk. I feel like this is insufficient help. Don't wait for me...just go...go!
"L.A., here's to you/for being the kind of place/where a man can do his do."
Johnnie Taylor, "Disco 9000".