OK...I'm EXHAUSTED.
They don't make a strong enough coffee. (Well, OK, they do, but I don't function very well when I end up dizzy and shaking, with low blood sugar. And I like strong coffee!)
Last night, my husband and I woke up to a smell. Usually, it's the sound of Daughter #2 looking for 4 a.m. company. (Well, actually, that DID happen!) No, first, it was the smell--that burning chemical smell. He walked the house first; then, I did. Oven was off. No unusual appliances on. The backyard wasn't burning. And the spray paint can I had used to paint my sister's failing outdoor lounge chairs had not ignited the garage. (Praise the Lord!)
"It's coming in our window." he said.
Wait...the smell. I had smelled it days ago on the trip home from the library...and days before that, when I thought my car's failing radiator might be toast. (We're waiting for the new one to come in! Maybe the new mechanic can fix the false "check light" computer message on my dashboard alert screen.)
I had the radio on during the post-library trip, after seeing amber alerts, and the Lite 98 personality said, "the Great Dismal Swamp is burning."
So, here it was, 2:30 a.m., and I remembered--the swamp is burning. Still?
Just to make sure--now 7:30 a.m.--I checked the local weather station's blog. Sure enough. Still burning.
Not an uncommon phenomenon, if you read the linked article in the blog. Once burned for three whole years! (Maybe there's a secret source of crude oil that we don't know about!) But, 80 miles away from North Carolina, weeks later, and now we're waking up to the smell of the swamp, that's not actually our house burning!
The Great DISMAL Swamp, indeed.
I know. Even in my exhausted state, I know that swamps, like forests, burn for a reason. God gives us an ever-changing landscape, even in the midst of what seems like destruction, so life can flourish. Another huge praise!
Reports say that the fire could be extinguished with a large enough rainstorm--perhaps as soon as today. We'll see. We may just keep the windows closed and breathe in "fresh" conditioned air. One step closer to a somewhat restful night's sleep. (Daughter #2 won't permit a perfectly restful night's sleep.)
And then folks won't say to me: "Girl, your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire."
(Oh, man..... Long way to go for a Sanford/Townsend Band reference.)
Deh Deh Deh
Deh Deh De-Deh
Deh Deh Deh...Deh Dehhhhhhh......
Smoke on the Water....Fire in the Sky..... What? No Deep Purple either?
OK, I'm EXHAUSTED....
They don't make a strong enough coffee. (Well, OK, they do, but I don't function very well when I end up dizzy and shaking, with low blood sugar. And I like strong coffee!)
Last night, my husband and I woke up to a smell. Usually, it's the sound of Daughter #2 looking for 4 a.m. company. (Well, actually, that DID happen!) No, first, it was the smell--that burning chemical smell. He walked the house first; then, I did. Oven was off. No unusual appliances on. The backyard wasn't burning. And the spray paint can I had used to paint my sister's failing outdoor lounge chairs had not ignited the garage. (Praise the Lord!)
"It's coming in our window." he said.
Wait...the smell. I had smelled it days ago on the trip home from the library...and days before that, when I thought my car's failing radiator might be toast. (We're waiting for the new one to come in! Maybe the new mechanic can fix the false "check light" computer message on my dashboard alert screen.)
I had the radio on during the post-library trip, after seeing amber alerts, and the Lite 98 personality said, "the Great Dismal Swamp is burning."
So, here it was, 2:30 a.m., and I remembered--the swamp is burning. Still?
Just to make sure--now 7:30 a.m.--I checked the local weather station's blog. Sure enough. Still burning.
Not an uncommon phenomenon, if you read the linked article in the blog. Once burned for three whole years! (Maybe there's a secret source of crude oil that we don't know about!) But, 80 miles away from North Carolina, weeks later, and now we're waking up to the smell of the swamp, that's not actually our house burning!
The Great DISMAL Swamp, indeed.
I know. Even in my exhausted state, I know that swamps, like forests, burn for a reason. God gives us an ever-changing landscape, even in the midst of what seems like destruction, so life can flourish. Another huge praise!
Reports say that the fire could be extinguished with a large enough rainstorm--perhaps as soon as today. We'll see. We may just keep the windows closed and breathe in "fresh" conditioned air. One step closer to a somewhat restful night's sleep. (Daughter #2 won't permit a perfectly restful night's sleep.)
And then folks won't say to me: "Girl, your eyes have the mist from the smoke of a distant fire."
(Oh, man..... Long way to go for a Sanford/Townsend Band reference.)
Deh Deh Deh
Deh Deh De-Deh
Deh Deh Deh...Deh Dehhhhhhh......
Smoke on the Water....Fire in the Sky..... What? No Deep Purple either?
OK, I'm EXHAUSTED....
Comments
It's VERY scary to wake up in the night and smell smoke. Glad things were ok.
"COWBELL!! WE NEED MORE COWBELL!!"
Why did your blog remind me of that?
Next week you can R&R. I'm jealous (in a godly way.) wink wink.
I'm over here banging on my cowbell but I cannot hear yours.
Why can't I just get MORE COWBELL!!!
(or you need to change your blog name to "write some maybe possibly one day when I have time in September when the kids go back to school." And that is WAY to long of a blog name.)
SMILES!!!! Thinking of you.
"I Miss You,
Yes I Do,
Without your blog I go "Boo Hoo"
Cause I look and I look just to read a post by You.
Won't you please write something new."
Hi. I know you were on vacation and have been busy. Don't worry....only 57 days til school starts!
You know, I'm starting to look obsessive compulsive with all these comments on this one post. It is up to you to fix that.
HaHa Just Kidding. I already looked obsessive compulsive way before I left the first post.
Just wanted to say "Hi" and let you know I'm thinking of you!
Hope all is well!