17,073 acres. That's less. That's a good thing.
They announced 25% contained last night. I got a text alert that said 45% tonight at dinner.
346 homes gone.
For a while there was a banner rolling about the cost of fire containment at this point. It's in the millions.
The president visited and recorded his weekly address.
Estimated containment is still July 16.
There is still a ton of smoke billowing up off of the mountain. It's still too close for comfort, but at least it's not roaring down into neighborhoods.
Natural disaster. This whole fire thing has prompted a whole unit of home-schooling. Cough. Hack. I'm not a home schooler, but I do believe in capitalizing on teachable moments as they present themselves. So the kids and I have had tons of 'talks' on natural disasters. This week, we've covered wildfire, obviously. We've also covered volcanic eruptions, since I likened Tuesday night's air quality to Mount St. Helens. One of the kids said, "why do we live here if fire is such a risk?" That prompted the obvious discussions that included, "if it's not wildfire, it might be hurricanes. If it's not hurricanes, it's earthquakes. If it's not earthquakes, it's floods. If it's not floods, then it's tornados." We talked about evacuation plans, things are are really important, 72 hour packs, as Homestead has dubbed them, and all kinds of worst case scenarios. I'm most terrified of tornados, for sure. Hands down. Following tornados is hurricanes. I'm not much of a water-girl, so the idea of a hurricane paralyzes me with fright.
And speaking of cough-hack, poor Little is having a rough go of breathing. I refilled his usual-winter-time pharmaceutical cocktail for the low, low price of $96.99. That's two weeks of meds. Eee-gads. I'm overjoyed to see the air quality improving. We were able to be outside and not die of smoke inhalation the last two days . . . .
Here's to hoping and praying for continued containment, improving air quality and digging deep enough to rebuild . . .