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Credit Henri – Julien public domain

It’s almost beginning to feel like home. We’ve been camping in the place for a week or so and it’s a relief to have a comfortable chair for a change. I’ve been sleeping on the floor, but today I got the bed frame assembled and ready for the mattress. Now we just need someone to carry it in so we can sleep in our own bed for the first time in months. Uncomfortable as it may be though, it’s still better than a motel.

Soon we will have the rest of our belongings out of the trailer and in our home, including my manuscripts which are buried at the very front of the trailer. Then we’ll be taking our time finding a place for everything. Then the carport. And the landscaping. We look forward to months and years of settling in.

I’m looking forward to getting back to work. Although I have managed to continue producing chapters for my novel, it hasn’t been at the rate I would like. That will change and soon the story will be complete and ready for proofing and editing. Something that has been completely stalled is the recording of the stories for the website. I left off after part three of four a few months ago and haven’t been able to do any recording since. Part four will be available soon.

Ever optimistic.


Credit Henri – Julien public domain

We just got word that our place is ready for us. Installed, drywalled, painted and cleaned. Water, sewer, hydro and gas all hooked up and functioning. Yesterday the cable guy came and installed internet and phone for us. Today (we’re hoping) the trailer containing out goods will be brought to the site and we can start filling the place up. This is the trailer that was threatened by fire, but escaped. (MY MANUSCRIPTS. Okay, calm down. They’re okay.)

Just a couple more days in this motel. Soon I’ll have a comfortable chair, a decent desk and fast internet. I’m practically quivering with anticipation.


The fire that was threatening our furniture (and my MANUSCRIPTS) has been officially classified as under control. There’s one worry put to rest. The home that we’ve been waiting to move into is slowly nearing completion. The water and electricity are both working now and the exterior of the building is finished and awaiting the stairways. All that remains is to finish and clean up the interior and hook up the gas.

Good news: my motel has gone to offseason rates so the bleeding has slowed there. And I’m managing to get some writing done. This novel might not be as late as I thought.

I know I’m going to look back on this episode with some humor. I just wish it would hurry up and give me the opportunity to look back.


To recap: We’re still waiting for our new home to be ready for us to move in. As far as I know, my manuscripts are still safe near the edge of that wildfire.

Now another fire has popped up to the west of us, sending a thick plume of smoke overhead. Ashes are falling out of that plume, sitting on things like dirty snow. Some people were trapped by that fire, but they’ve been rescued. Worse than that fire, another one has ignited to the north of us, and is threatening a populous community up there. My niece — the one I have been spending time with during this homeless phase — is just a couple of city blocks from the area under evacuation alert. That is an extremely active fire and the wind is forecast to be strong this afternoon, so her alert could become an order any minute.

This has been a summer of homogenitus clouds, particularly flammagenitus.

The upshot of all this for me is that I will be living in this motel for the foreseeable, since it would be unwise to go somewhere that could come under an evacuation order at any moment. My greatest regret is that I don’t have any accommodation to offer to my niece should she need it.

What a summer.


So far I haven’t heard any bad news about our stuff which is stored in the wildfire zone, so I’m going to assume that it hasn’t been burned up. I don’t think any major structures have been lost in that fire and the efforts at containment appear to be successful. The majority of the smoke coming from the area lately has been from the planned backburns that have been done to rob the fire of fuel. I have always admired the wildfire service and their record at minimizing the damage done by these things, even as they seem to be increasing over the years. Things are certainly different now from what they were like decades ago when I fought forest fires.

I think I will see my manuscripts again and that makes me happy. Now if we could only move into our new home. If only they would get around to installing it so we can. I remain stunned by the bland unconcern and disrespect we have met in this transaction.