Uma, I'm so glad you seem to have come through the fire okay.
I tried to write something to you at the time but have been having massive computer problems and was stuck with a borrowed one that about a third of the keys didn't work on. Took me forever to write what I did with that thing (then couldn't post it) so I'm putting it up for you anyway.
Hopefully there won't be a next time.
Quick, someone drive a silver stake through the heart of SB 648 while it’s down!
Uma, I’m so, so sorry about the fire. Last year’s Rim Fire, all 400+ square miles of it, got to about one mile from our house. I know what you’re going through.
Listen to what zoiDman has said about what to pack, it’s solid advice. Also checkbooks, tax records, insurance papers, ID (passports, birth certificates, etc.), credit cards, jewelry, heirlooms, etc. Take what is important to you, no matter how stupid you think it may be, that you can’t ever replace. For example, we have two stuffed animals that are on the evac list. They started out as a lark but now bring back extremely fond memories. There is no amount of money that could replace them and their unique dings from international misadventures, but that’s just us.
Don’t forget things like prescriptions (yours and your pet’s) and prescription eyeglasses.
Does your dog have a favorite blanket and/or toys? If the worst happens and your dog has to be kenneled, either at a shelter or vets/kennel, it will feel slightly more secure having his/her familiar things with it.
Take pictures of what you leave behind to prove to your insurance company that you really did own that 342” TV.
Our problem was that we had something like 10+ days thinking we were going to be evacuated. At first it looked like it would happen immediately, then the next day, and the next, and the next… First things out (thank god) were the horses, donkeys, goats, chickens, ducks, etc. in the neighborhood. After that it got tougher. First day you packed knee jerk stuff. Second day you regained some of your wits and packed more stuff. (We had DC-10s flying 200 feet over the house, this wasn’t a laid back situation.) By day six you’re wandering down the hallway in a stupor realizing that ugly poster is a work of art. Day seven and you’ve packed everything necessary to keep Miss Princess and the Pea comfy for two fortnights. By day ten all the vehicles left in the neighborhood looked like numerous Clampetts ready to move to Beverly Hills.
Good on your daughter for becoming a firefighter. I did it for some years and I loved it. It’s certainly not for everybody but it is a good, honest job and keeps you pretty fit.

Quick, someone drive a silver stake through the heart of SB 648 while it’s down!
Uma, I’m so, so sorry about the fire. Last year’s Rim Fire, all 400+ square miles of it, got to about one mile from our house. I know what you’re going through.
Listen to what zoiDman has said about what to pack, it’s solid advice. Also checkbooks, tax records, insurance papers, ID (passports, birth certificates, etc.), credit cards, jewelry, heirlooms, etc. Take what is important to you, no matter how stupid you think it may be, that you can’t ever replace. For example, we have two stuffed animals that are on the evac list. They started out as a lark but now bring back extremely fond memories. There is no amount of money that could replace them and their unique dings from international misadventures, but that’s just us.
Don’t forget things like prescriptions (yours and your pet’s) and prescription eyeglasses.
Does your dog have a favorite blanket and/or toys? If the worst happens and your dog has to be kenneled, either at a shelter or vets/kennel, it will feel slightly more secure having his/her familiar things with it.
Take pictures of what you leave behind to prove to your insurance company that you really did own that 342” TV.
Our problem was that we had something like 10+ days thinking we were going to be evacuated. At first it looked like it would happen immediately, then the next day, and the next, and the next… First things out (thank god) were the horses, donkeys, goats, chickens, ducks, etc. in the neighborhood. After that it got tougher. First day you packed knee jerk stuff. Second day you regained some of your wits and packed more stuff. (We had DC-10s flying 200 feet over the house, this wasn’t a laid back situation.) By day six you’re wandering down the hallway in a stupor realizing that ugly poster is a work of art. Day seven and you’ve packed everything necessary to keep Miss Princess and the Pea comfy for two fortnights. By day ten all the vehicles left in the neighborhood looked like numerous Clampetts ready to move to Beverly Hills.
Good on your daughter for becoming a firefighter. I did it for some years and I loved it. It’s certainly not for everybody but it is a good, honest job and keeps you pretty fit.
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