Sadistic Santa Anas

The wind began to switch, the house to pitch. And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch
The house began to pitch, the kitchen took a slitch
Dorothy, Wizard of Oz


These winds have destroyed more homes than if a tornado blew through southern California. I don’t have as much reason as some unfortunate others, but I do not like these winds.

Where There is Smoke...

The world, an entity out of everything, was created by neither gods nor men, but was, is and will be eternally living fire, regularly becoming ignited and regularly becoming extinguished.
Heraclitus (c. 535–c. 475 BC), Greek philosopher

Our company has left and it’s a bit before 3 p.m. and the brush fires are again back to accompany the wild Santa Ana winds. We are in no fire danger, just finding the smoke a bit annoying, but again nothing compared to the people whose homes and lives are threatened.