Ah...
nothing like waking up in the morning to your beloved Reno burning down.
Now, why was I so concerned about today's fire?
Because it literally happened 10 houses down from my Yaya Sofia. She evacuated, grabbed her loot and was out at 3 AM. My cousins who live across the street chose to wait it out at home until it was mandatory, but that never happened.
Because it literally happened 10 houses down from my Yaya Sofia. She evacuated, grabbed her loot and was out at 3 AM. My cousins who live across the street chose to wait it out at home until it was mandatory, but that never happened.
The fire burned all around her home and at one point she decided to go back for.... wait... wait...
6 gallons of ice cream she had just bought.
The power was out and she didn't want it to melt and have to clean it up.
Never mind precious heirlooms or family pictures.
Ice Cream.
She even forgot the real reason she was going, her robe.
But, in all fairness... it was pretty chaotic. Every single fireman and civic worker was on call for this one.
School was cancelled for the day. A state of emergency was declared and I got some clothes together just in case. We have a large supply box with water and food in our car, but I do need to be better about clothes. All our important documents are in a folder easily accessible, so I felt really prepared.
My poor Christina said, "Man. That was close. I woke up and I thought it might be the 2nd coming or something."
So, thank you Heavenly Father. Yaya's home didn't burn down. John, Chris, Thea Popi and George also were OK and their homes weren't harmed. Just kind of nuts and random.