“If you can see your air, it’s not good.” Really?! Who knew. I never thought I would say this, but… I am looking forward to going to LA this weekend because the air will be clearer. Seriously. How fucked up must the air be here, to make LA air seem good?
I go work in the garage at night and I can see haze in the garage. The garage is 20×20. It is completely ridiculous! My couch smells like ash. Not ass, ASH. You can’t open the windows and doors and turn on the fans in the evening, to let in the slightly cooler air, because you are blowing smoky air right into the house. GAHHHH!
Plus, it is hot. Around 103. The smoke supposedly keeps the UV from reaching the ground and is keeping the temps lower than they would be normally. But everything is completely still and oppressive, like a blanket held over a smoldering fire. We had blue sky two days ago when I woke up. It stayed for about 4 hours and was gradually replaced by the yellow/orange sky. Anyone out there needing footage for an end-of-the-world movie; come on down! Footage galore.
On the bright side, the fires are mostly contained and my house didn’t burn up. And as long as I don’t breathe, I have my health.
I keep thinking I will wash my truck (on the lawn to maximize the water usage) and make her all sparkly, then I wonder “why?” because the next day she will be covered with ash again. I put a box in the truck a couple days ago, and left the windows down because of the heat. I took the box out today and had to wipe the whole thing down, it was coated with fine ash. It’s like living next to the 405 again.
Wait, I was concentrating on the bright side, wasn’t I?!? Hm. Happy hour! That was a bright thing. I wanted to go get some food at Chevy’s today. I had gone to my psuedo-job for 3 hours, then ran some errands. I was hungry and getting headachy from both hunger and the smoke. I really wanted someone else to fix my food. And i really wanted a blended mango marguerita. But I really shouldn’t spend $20 on eating out, blah blah blah. After much dithering, which included a trip in to the restaurant, and then leaving before I ordered (mmmm, guilt) I finally threw caution to the wind and went back to have some grub. No mango marg, but they did have fresh watermelon margs, yippee!! I ordered one of those, ordered the mini chimichangas appetizer, pulled the basket of chips and bowl of salsa over, directly under my chin (the better to facilitate the shovelling of food), and opened my book
You ever notice how it is less loser-like to eat in a restaurant alone, if you have a book?
Read my book, ate my meal, drank my drink. Got the check from the cutie who waited on me. $6.71. Yeah for Happy Hour!!! You can’t even eat a decent meal at home for $6.71!! I could eat there Mon thru Fri, every week of the year, and spend less than I would on cooking food at home. ‘Course the menu is somewhat limited, but who gets tired of chips and salsa and melted cheese? Not me!
I am SO GLAD I moved up here for the clean air, blue skies and all the trees. Here’s a photo of Redding back in the day, when the sky was clear and shit was not on fire.
P.S. You might have seen in the news that a firefighter rescued a little black bear cub from the surrounding burnt mountains. Poor thing. His little paw pads were all burnt (and apparently he lost a couple toes, ouchie ouch ouch!) and he is severely dehydrated. No mommy bear anywhere. They flew him, and the firefighter, to an animal rehabilitation/rescue facility in Lake Tahoe, to treat him, with hopes that he will recover and be able to be released back into the wild. The firefighter named the little guy Lil Smokey. The original Smokey Bear was also rescued from a fire, back in 1950, I think. If you want to check it out, you can go here.
and here.