Santa Ana winds blowing in the bushy hills means fire. There has been a lot of fire since yesterday around the Ventura - Los Angeles county line. Some people went home last night just to watch their homes burn to the ground.
Some people lost their homes to the fire here in California. Lot of people lost their homes, and sometimes much more, to the water in Louisiana. I could smell fire in the air on the other side of the hill tonight when I was walking Moki up the trail. I'd love to smell the rain but it is not in the forecast.
I would not wish for some rain if the roof was still not fixed and prone to leak. But today, finally, after six estimates by different roofers, we got one to commit. He came and in four hours, with just a little help on my part despite 103 degrees, the roof was rainproof again. And I can cancel it from my list.
Repairs, maintenance and customer service drive me crazy. They require such a waste of time that I could use for more fun things. But then I think, how nice to have a roof on our heads that, supposedly, won't leak with the next rain! How privileged to go home and find the house still standing. And yet, all of this could change in a second. The second the wind would change direction.
I love the wind but the Santa Ana winds make me nervous. I love the fire but I don't like to see the hills go on fire.
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