Fire

The Station Fire is not far from us. For the past two days, the sky has been an awesome and terrible reminder of the battle raging only a few miles away.

Ash is drifting down on us like snow--Joey's football game got called at the half yesterday for air quality concerns. We all had to shake the flakes off of our clothes, out of our cups and even off the car windshield wipers, where it likes to pile.

There is an eerie and beautiful light to the day, capped off by amazing glimpses of a totally red sun. How ironic it is that disaster creates such beauty.

Our thoughts and prayers are with those who have lost their homes, and especially with the families of the two firefighters killed this afternoon. May this beast be contained quickly and deftly.

Silly Me

So, I'm watching Joey's scrimmage game last week when Lindsey comes up to me and tells me that Tony is kicking people. (He is playing with a group of off-duty cheerleaders and various siblings of players.)

I call him over and proceed to have this enlightening conversation with him:

Me: What's going on? I hear you're kicking people.

Tony, with total wide-eyed innocence: Not EVERYone.

Oh. Well. Then I guess we're OK. How silly of me to be concerned, because clearly there is no problem here! So glad he set me straight.

A Valid Concern

Tomorrow Jay and I are flying to San Antonio with Tony, Bella and Natalie.

While I was tucking the kids in tonight, I was explaining how to behave on a plane...how not to bother the other passengers, etc.

After hearing the list of basic courtesies, Tony looked skeptically at his sister and said, "I think Bella is going to make all the other passengers jump right out of the plane."

I am actually entertaining this possibility. Wish us luck!