Even though we don’t live there now, I’m a Toronto girl at heart. Blue Jays are my team. They have been since I can remember (and that’s way back to the early 90’s!)
Yesterday morning we heard the firetruck sirens. We didn’t think anything of it, until we heard more and more. 1 or 2 sets of sirens you don’t really think about, 4+ and you know something is going on. I held my breath as I heard them getting closer, and then not continuing too much further. Hubby had been out at the mall getting some things for Mister’s birthday party. He called to tell me there was a fire in the townhouse complex down the street. At that point it was just one unit, not too bad. But we both agreed that with the strong winds we were having yesterday it would be a matter of time before it spread. Unfortunately we were right. The winds spread the fire over 8 units. EIGHT homes destroyed. This complex is full of families, and college kids. The fire department was there battling for about 6 hours. Everyone got out alive, thankfully, though some loved pets were missing, and they only got out with what was on their backs. My own brother and his wife went through something like this years ago, and I remember how devastated they were. The kids are the hardest, leaving everything and not really understanding that they won’t be able to get their favourite toy or sweater again. Or, perhaps it’s the older kids or the moms who understand all too well that they won’t, and are now faced with having to start over all over again.
Passing by the houses today, seeing the aftermath was brutal. Somehow seeing it today was worse. Yesterday I held on to hope that maybe there’d be something left over, seeing it today I realized that the damage was even worse than was imaginable. It makes you stop and think about what you really have, and what is important. All the things around us could be gone at a moment’s notice. I hugged my kids tighter yesterday, and even tighter today.
It’s Thursday, which means it’s time for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
Writing Prompts For 09.30
1. Write something that begins and ends with the words “When I was younger.”
2. Listen to the sounds in your house for 5 or 10 minutes. Write about what you hear.
3. Write a blog post inspired by the word: travel
4. Locked out.
5. 10 Reasons why you love your job.
This week I’m going with #1
When I Was Younger
When I was younger I played baseball. I wasn’t any good, but my grandparents were always there to cheer me on. They sat in the bleachers during practices, and never complained or acted bored.I danced, not gracefully, but they were at every recital. My grandmother sat outside the door waiting for me to finish my lessons three times a week, after a long hard day at work. She always had a smile on her face. I never really gave it a second thought.
When I was younger we took car trips to the country all the time. They always stopped at the fish place I loved, made the time to take me horseback riding, and to my favourite beach so I could swim.
When I was younger I couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t there for me, when they didn’t show me their love even when I probably least deserved it.
When I was younger I couldn’t wait to grow up, to have my own life, to be an adult. I never stopped to think that as I got older, so would they, and that one day they’d be gone. That I’d miss them so much. That I’d one day dream of, and even wish that I could go back to, the time when I was younger.
It’s WEDNESDAY! My day to blog about books.
Last week I was reading “Grey”, but my littles seem to have put my book somewhere, so I’ve put it on pause.
I picked up the book “Awakening” by Kelly Armstrong. I picked this book up at the GoodWill one day. I hadn’t realized it was a part 2, so now I’m searching for the first one. The second one started out pretty great though, and I don’t feel like missing the first book has left me lost (like some other books would) I’m getting to know the characters pretty well, and there are references to the previous book, but they’re explained well. So far I am really liking it.