My life has changed so much since December 2018. I remarried January 7th, 2023 ... we sold the house, sold our vehicles - and bought a new 4x, a puppy, & a 5th Wheel to travel the mainland States and experience life in the slow lane. As always I record e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. happening in my life: I will share lots of pics & vids of our USA travels: I hope you enjoy our Blog.
Some of my friends and family in Oregon are
under evacuation orders … or waiting for the orders to come to their town.
My friend’s town – (the entire town) has been evacuated, and her home
may not survive the wildfire. The firefighters have abandoned the wildfire to
help rush people to safety.
Where my fiend is.
The wildfire cannot be
contained or controlled – plan is to let it burn itself out: people are a 1st
priority.
The entire Oregon coast is under a THICK CLOUD of smoke.
Salem, OR – September 8, 2020
Clackamas, OR – a few miles from friend and family.
Tualatin Valley, OR – September 9, 2020
Willamette Falls, OR – September 9, 2020
My friend has found an
available hotel to hole up in for 3 days, but it is spendy: all other hotels
are filled to capacity with people fleeing the wildfires. I have left her a
voice message - so far, have not heard back: she will call when she is able to
do so.
This morning, when I saw on FB that East Devils Lake Road in Lincoln City was
covered in smoke with poor visibility, and that the fire and hopped US101 near
the golf course and spreading damage on the west side of 101 … I called my oldest granddaughter to inquire about her family there: family members are no longer
in the area, and they are packed, with irreplaceable vouchers if things come to
that; and ready to “GO!” if evacuation orders are issued.
Lincoln City – Hwy 18. September 9, 2020
I spoke with my other granddaughter, yesterday;
and asked if they were safe – and did they have somewhere to go if they had to
evacuate … I was told they are “okay – and yes, we do”. A few minutes ago, I
was informed: “We are prepared.”
I cried when I saw how thick the smoke was in their
town, and I told her it was not funny to gaslight Grandma … and we laughed. But I am worried: they refuse to leave their animals behind if they have to flee in a
mad rush (2 ferrets, a lizard, and 2 kittens). I am seriously worried –
2 of the kids have asthma, the youngest using a child’s asthma apparatus. I am
trying not to feel fear.
Where my KIDS ARE. Literally 5 minutes away from their front door.
Hanging onto this promise ...
I was thinking about all the fires hemming us in, on all
sides - from the mountains to the ocean ... to the Columbia between both
States; and this song popped into my thoughts.I think a little humor is in order to ease the stress ;-)
Both girls asked me how I am doing. So far, I
am okay. It is smokey here at the Park, and visibility is poor as smoke hangs
over the Park, and the smell of woodsmoke is pungent. But, for now this bad
girl who has kicked up her heels all Spring & Summer, bucking against the Covid
restrictions has had her wings clipped by wildfire chaos. I'm hunkered down
inside the house - some smoke does creep into the house, no matter how 'locked
tight' the windows and doors are; but it is not a major concern. My inhaler is
in my pocket if I need it. So far, I have not had to use it.
Red Sun orb in the gray smoke-filled sky above my home.
Color of the sun - if it weren't so tragic, it would be pretty.
((((THANK YOU, YESHUA!)))) that
my grandchildren and their families are – for the moment – safe and out of
harm’s way! The Lord is faithful, and greatly to be praised! Amen.
It has been thought by some, that antifa may be behind some of the Oregon
fires. I wouldn’t be surprised. I know for a fact that a fire was started in
Chinook, WA earlier this summer by a man throwing a firecracker string out his
car window – I SAW IT HAPPEN, and the fire quickly escalated in the dry grass
and ocean wind.
July 19th, 2020 – Chinook, WA grass fire started from a firecracker.
People really feel like the world is coming to
an end with everything that is happening on the West Coast right now: hopelessness is a real
danger, and people cannot think rationally when they feel hopeless.
Tuesday morning, as soon as I could get outside without upsetting
the neighbors with morning activity, I harvested both apple trees and every
vegetable that was ripe for the picking.
Yesterday’s morning sky a little after 8 AM: the moon still showing.
AM Harvest.
All the apples, corn and onions are harvested – there’s
some stuff still left in the garden, but very little: some zucchini, celery,
carrots, and herbs: the beans are sporadic and pretty much played out.
I was in my kitchen from 9 AM to around 10 PM with chopping,
slicing, dicing and bagging vegetables for the freezer. But that’s okay … I’ll
be enjoying yesterday’s work with my feet comfortably resting, all Winter long 😉
The apples didn’t even get a cursory glance other than the moving of
them from the harvest basket to work bowls.
Katrina Cabbage; 2 cups, sliced.
1 cup baggie portions.
I love fresh corn – I will even eat it right off the
stalk and shucked 😉 Last year I didn’t get any corn at all. I am very
happy with this year’s haul.
The smell of garden grown tomatoes is wonderful! If I don’t
grow anything else – tomatoes are ALWAYS grown 😊
This is going to taste so awesome this Winter; and the
smell when I open the baggies is going to have me chomping at the bit for
Spring’s arrival.
Prepared veggies ready for the freezer.
I had cleaned the kitchen and bagged the garbage, but when I opened
the door, my lungs and eyes were assailed with a very strong campfire odor that
I recognized immediately as wildfire smoke drifting across the river on the winds
from Oregon. My lungs instantly seized up and my heart rate accelerated.
I had been so engrossed in the kitchen, that I hadn’t noticed the
smoke settling over the Park: it was thick (visibly white like drifting
river fog, and heavy with pungency). I quickly shut the door and set
the garbage aside until tomorrow – my garbage is small amounts, now that there
is just me.
And, I was exhausted from standing on my feet all day prepping
veggies for the freezer. I just called it an early night and shuffled down the
hallway to the bedroom.
From what I could see out of the livingroom windows when I woke up
this morning … the morning air was still hazy with wildfire smoke; and from the
shrouding and drifting smoke, still as lung seizing pungent.
So, my garden did
not get watered.
Instead, I changed plans; and made Apple Pie Filling with some of
the apples I harvested Tuesday morning, to put in the freezer for pies later
on. Then, I got busy shredding, chopping, and bagging vegetables I didn’t get
to Tuesday evening – that staved off the boredom of being housebound.
This card made me laugh. Bob always gave me humorous cards; I was glad to see this
Making Apple Pie Filling for 2 pies.
Pie Filling ready for the freezer.
Wildfire smoke thick again.
Thin sliced apple slices for Winter casserole dishes.
I’m getting encouraging feedback that my Blog & FB
posts are helpful; another relevant ‘harvest’.
The kids always tell me that I am irrelevant; I’m glad
others find me relevant …
It's good to interact and grow with encouragement.
I'm glad to be of help to others.
Today’s work …
55 days until November 3rd… please Lord! Let us have
a break from the rampant insanity that has gripped this Nation.
113 days until this
year ends.
Most of this year has been one man-made crisis after another; and hard
truths to deal with in my personal life.
AIR QUALITY. 8.30 PM
I will be happy to
put 2020 behind me …
In the meantime, I’m going to relax after my day’s work, and enjoy
a few Buffy Saint-Marie songs that speak to me.