Protecting the Den

The Edmonton shopping and visiting extravaganza was cut a day short.  After a week of proving my love to the children via AMEX Platinum, I was looking forward to finishing it off with a child-free night committing  at least 4 or 5 of the Seven Deadly Sins.  But no, there had to be a stupid forest fire at my house.  I'm not a big God follower but, apparently someone didn't feel that I deserved a night out.

"What's this?  Kim wants to go out drinking and gambling wearing a booby shirt?  Well, we all know that can't happen.  What to do......... hmmmm.....how about a forest fire?"

The foreboding phone message started with, "I know you've left town and I'm not sure what you have at home in the way of animals and kids...."  Because I have deserted them so many times in the past.

So, we packed and headed home.  As we rounded a mountain about an hour away from our house, this was our view:

 

In a matter of a few days, the forest fire that is currently within 5 kilometres of our village went from 255 hectares to 2000 hectares.  From our front porch, the fire is visible but still far enough away for me to enjoy the pretty colours; in a terrible, destructive sort of way, of course.

 

 

This morning, I woke up exceptionally early with the theme song from M*A*S*H playing in my head thanks to the support of 10 helicopters and a couple of bombers.  I'm always in fine form and a cheery mood when I get up really early, just ask the kids, or my Ex, or anyone who I work with.