I'm now a functioning part of the blogosphere, but I tend to get lazy, (as in it took me almost a year to do anything with the blog once I created it!) so I will make every effort not to become blase about it.
So, this morning, I left my house in Sherman Oaks to go to work and there was an odd gray ash all over the hood of my car and windshield. I've encountered bird diahrrea on my car and many other forms of debris, but never ash. The fires that have been burning in the Simi Valley area have now burned 21,000 acres and the sky could not have looked more ominous last night. As Anthony and I got in the car to go to dinner, we couldn't help but think we were at a city-wide barbeque. The fires don't come close to the disaster we've seen with the hurricanes, but it helps remind us that no one is safe from natural disaster.
My dad works for a company that purchases air-tankers that put out these fires. It's a tough job and it's times like this that I am thankful for the fact that those planes essentially help to save families and their homes and possibly their lives. Yet, it's because of those fires that my dad made a living throughout my childhood.
I hope that by the end of the weekend the air is a little clearer and the stuff floating around in the air won't contribute to my already wacky state of mind for my weekend. LA could use a break from the bad air, one way or another.
