I’ve never seen such a variety of weather red alerts as I have living here.  Yesterday it was a high wind advisory (50+), and today’s is high winds, low humidity, and danger of uncontrolled wildfires.  The sky is this surreal, thick dull gray, which means the wind kicks up dust into the atmosphere.  Like s dustbowl.  In keeping with the dire political forecast.  Who needs sci-fi apocalyptic movies when you can live in the real thing?  So naturally one just goes about one’s business, trying not to set fire to anything.

Yesterday I planted a couple more early greens outside, did housework, and prepared to plant tomatoes inside.  Avdi mostly worked from elsewhere, in a state of mental overwhelm, in which he can’t engage or deal with one more thing.  I tried to help as I could.

I was going to make dinner, but E took over the kitchen, determined to make the Irish corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes, with homemade soda bread, that Avdi hadn’t had time to start earlier.  E did a fabulous job, and the kids and I sat around the table eating and talking, while A had to go get his stitches out (turned out it’s too soon).  It was just as well he wasn’t wielding the knife!

I had a dream I won’t go into that made me feel like I was lost in my own mental dust fog of dark fantasy that’s hard to come out of, but I’ll push on over to A’s under the eldritch gray sky to try to make myself useful!