But God was Not in the Fire
On Wednesday night Audrey’s apartment building (formerly home of fhazel) burnt; a 5 alarm fire with 77 firefighters turned out to hose down the place. Yesterday I tracked her down on her cell phone as she moved the soggy (but unburnt) remains of her belongings into friends’ pick-up trucks. I went over to help with the last load after work. It was amazing. Black soot-water everywhere, her walls falling apart from all of the water that had run through them, every upholstered and mattressed thing ruined. She was fragged. But she has a place to stay and some money and her clothes and a zillion friends, so I know she’ll be alright. It’s just a good reminder for me that things can change really fast. I enjoyed my cozy shack and lovely bed a lot last night. There is a lot to enjoy. I feel downright rich.