three magic words…

mimiandeunice

There are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know; and those who know and know how much they still don’t know.

Truism: Karen Moning, Bloodfever
Toon: mimiandeunice.com

Inky: So I’m coming home from work, and ahead on the right side of the road there is this huge cloud of smoke billowing upwards into the sky.  White, gray, black, with tinges of red, and did I say enormous?

I live in the middle of a national forest, it hasn’t rained much in the last few weeks, so guess where my mind went suddenly?  Yup, you’re right.   As my little car approached the bridge to the tiny peninsula that holds my home, my heart was going ninety miles an hour.  The fire is on the far right.  Between the fire and me?  A river that feeds the intracoastal waterway.  I stopped by the fire station in my little community and noted all the fire trucks in their bays, grabbing one of the guys I quirked an eyebrow and pointed to the smoke filled sky. “Controlled burn,” he said.

Controlled. Freaking. Burn.  Yep, that describes me right about now as I sit on my porch watch the smoke and pray the wind doesn’t shift.