It feels like it's been months since the fire wiped us out on the 10th.

Due to harshly high temps we had to hold off doing any cleanup last weekend... so this weekend we have a dumpster (30 yard box) coming. I still have troubles looking in what was our front window and seeing all the way back to the back bedroom. I still want to wake up and go home some days. I don't know how long it's gunna take to get over losing everything. We have others who have made it that are helping with support and labor. They have been wonderful and I feel beyond our deserving. But that aside, this is not an experience I would welcome again or wish on anyone else. One person almost fully restocked my Perler beads so I am plotting and mapping patterns for a few thank you projects.

If 2020 hasn't been cruel enough, My father in law passed away and some of his belongings where in the house when it fell so my wife lost even more of her dad, and some things of her mother. Our middle daughter (step) found out her grandmother on the other side is soon to pass from cancer. A friend of mine's wife found she has cancer and it's taking a turn for the worse. 2 school mates of mine have lost their parents this year ( out of a class of 132 ), and another friend of my wife's just had his Grampa pass. My mom had surgery on her leg because when she had the flesh eating bacteria about 5 or 6 years ago, they missed something and her artery got clogged to her leg making it lose circulation. I left my job the Wednesday after the fire because the workplace was making me come in and was then inhospitable, and when my boss came back from his vacation got slammed with accusations about why he didn't check in... even tho he was on vacation, and told them he was going to be out of cel range most of the time while camping.

So yeah. That has been it in the nutshell.

Sorry for the long drawn out post. It was more for my sake than anything else. But if you read it, thank you.