Smoke, Urgent Care, Santa Claus, Sanitation Department, Shoes

Yesterday was less smokey...sure there was still a faint campfire smell and general haze in the air, but the sky was bluer...the air was getting better...that is what I was telling myself until I looked up and realized what color the sky is really supposed to be. I was getting my mail when I looked down the street and this is the view I had...

Yesterday evening 5 minutes before bedtime Jack slipped, fell, plummeted (we don't know the real story...no one is "fessing" up). He hit his eyelid and split it open...so I made my bi-monthly trip to Urgent Care...turns out that he is going to be fine...it is in a difficult place to stitch so we'll just have to let it heal by itself...he can tell all his friends about the time he fought an alligator and won...look I have a scar to prove it!

When I got home from Urgent Care Adam gave me a letter to mail...

Dear Santa Claus,

I only want a little bit of presents this year so you can give the people who lost their homes a lot of stuff.

From,

Adam, age 9

What a good kid!

I have been having nightmares about trash, garbage, refuse...only natural considering Tuesday is GARBAGE DAY (a big day at our house...we usually top off...and I do mean top off our garbage dumpster and our recycle dumpster every week) and it is now 4 days later and no news as to when trash pickup will resume...visions of our trash piling up are getting grandiose. Then what is that sound...could it be...my heart skips a beat...yes, I know that sound like I know the sound of my own name...it is a sound that makes me and all children under the age of 5 giddy with glee...a GARBAGE TRUCK...I wanted to run after it blowing kisses...Thank you! Thank you! San Diego Sanitation Department. Thank you for saving me from a mountain of garbage!

Maybe I should be more specific when I tell my 22 month old to go put shoes on...