It’s been a week now since we’ve been home after evacuating because of the wildfires in Oregon. Life is surreal now. Our house, and our town, were untouched so it’s hard to imagine that we escaped through clouds of ash, dark skies and toxic air only two weeks ago. Everything seems normal. Well, except for the COVID restrictions. The New Normal.
I find myself going through a classic grief reaction…. I’m angry that the world had the audacity to march on like nothing had happened while our world was in chaos. Any of you who have lost a loved one knows this feeling. How can people act so normal when life is anything but? I just want time to stop so I can process all that has happened to us.
When I look at the local paper, I know that the fires happened, and are still happening. We have blue skies and sunshine today, with an air quality index in the teens. We were one of the lucky ones who still had a house to come home to.
The experience has changed us in subtle ways. We’re both exhausted beyond belief, despite sleeping extra hours every day. There is a kind of psychic exhaustion, a fatigue that goes to the center of your being, that sets in and won’t let go of you. We rest and the next day can do a little bit more, then a little bit more, but we’re still far from being the people we were before all this happened.
We still have the dirty laundry we brought home with us, lying in the suitcase, waiting for someone to have enough energy put it into the washer.
Extra snack food we bought for the drive home is piled on the table. We were so glad to be going home that we drove all 750 miles with stops only for more gas. Drinking and eating weren’t on our radar.
I know we’re both dehydrated. Drinking requires standing and walking to the kitchen to fill a glass. Still too much for us.
Our precious little pugs, Maddie and Digi, freaked out yesterday when we left them alone for an hour to ran a couple of quick errands. Normally they just sleep where they can keep an eye on the door. Yesterday they played tug of war with a box that wound up in shreds, then made a point of peeing and leaving a pile on the floor. They’re both feeling insecure. They won’t leave Cee’s side. They’re curled up by her feet as she’s working in her office.
Our twenty year old cat, Freddie, seems to be doing the best. He has one advantage the rest of us don’t have. He knows how to ask for what he wants and doesn’t quit asking until he gets it. He’s very happy and curled up in the sun right now. That we should all be so wise!
I went back to work on Monday but my boss and a co-worker decided that I needed more time off so they talked me into taking last Friday and tomorrow off. A four day weekend to rest and relax.
I know life will sort itself out somehow, some time, and I’ll start to feel more connected. I hope that feeling comes quickly.
Thank you for staying with us during our journey. It was wonderful to read all of your comments and know so many prayers were protecting us.
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