There are a few people who read this blog who actually know where I live - this post is for you all, assuming "I" made the national news. I was on my way home from work tonight to find myself stranded for two hours. Yes, I was a girl without a country when I discovered my neighborhood on fire and helicopters dumping water from the sky. Living in southern California, fire season is a very real threat and we've had no rain this winter. It's going to be a bad one folks, and this blaze is (I'm sure) merely the warm-up to what is going to be a hellish summer/fall.
The good news is that no homes were in danger. They did evacuate the nearby RV park - but that was about it. The reason I was stranded for two hours is because they closed off the main roads leading directly to my apartment. I finally learned of a bass-ackwards way to get home from a cute cop that was directing traffic. I finally made it home around 8PM. Naturally The Boyfriend was very worried about me, what with him still being in New Jersey on business. I am a grown-up, but he seems to actually be in love with me, so he was concerned for my safety. All is well, and that cute cop (and would a cute cop lie to me?) assured me that everything was under control and they had no intention of doing evacuations. That's right all you romance junkies - the book collection is safe from harm! (And isn't that really what everybody is worried about?)
Whatever we pay our firefighters, it's not enough. Bless you boys.
PS - Yes, those are actual photos, but I ripped them off. I didn't actually take any, what with my digital camera being held hostage in the apartment I couldn't get to for 2 hours. And I'm so glad The Boyfriend comes home on Wednesday. This excitement just about did me in.