#70 - After the fires redux (it's so familiar...)

Another Fire come and gone.  Boy, the Kincade was so well handled, and so big.  And once again, we were so fortunate to come through it unscathed.

Now, a month later, we're about to get the first big storm of the season and, wait for it, flash flood watches in the burn areas.  Welcome to California.

I just spent about an hour polishing the silver for the upcoming family feast.  There's something so familiar about that, in the truest form of that word.  "Fa-mil-liar" from the Latin for "household servants, family."  Every time I get out (or in this case, bought a new) jar of "Silver Cream," I am transported back to the big house, and the Duncan Phyfe table where all the silver would be laid out.  I learned to polish the silver before the holidays and every celebration.  The Original Vault Goddess schlepped up a load of silver for our wedding, where it was beautifully used in our Mission District backyard on cart tables and loaded with food that we neglected to find the time to eat because we were schmoozing with everyone first.  But I digress.

Gearing up for the holidays.  Both our sons are home and it is so familiar to have them here.  We are playing and enjoying ourselves and each other and taking things as they come.  No worries, no drama, no trauma.  Thankful.

And familiar.