Monday, November 26, 2007

How I Spent My Thanksgiving


AT 4 AM Saturday morning Rebel Girl awakes when Red announces that there is someone screaming "fire." It's one of her reoccurring dreams, she thinks, then she thinks, no, it's Red's dream, not hers, but it was neither. The plaintive voice calls again: fire.

No power. They stumble around in the darkness: shoes, clothes, flashlights that work as opposed to flashlights that do not. Rebel Girl gets out and sees it first: the gabled roof of Red's uncle's cabin, two doors down, ablaze. The winds are howling. It's a long story involving hoses and water, smoke and firefighters, the dawn that finally came. We were lucky once again: no one was hurt. The fire didn't spread.


Rebel Girl liked how the firefighters carried out the furniture and assembled it on the lawn.

It was as if they would all sit down once again around the big table and eat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'd love to see a photo of that furniture arranged on the lawn. Sure glad everyone was okay.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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