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The big news here is a lightening started fire that has consumed a substantial portion of the Catalina Mountains. Most of the fire fighting effort has been on the southern end of the fire close to Tucson, as that is where most of the structures are located.
The newspaper reports that there are 924 firefighters, including 3 different fixed wing and 2 rotary wing aircraft.
The smoke during the day and the flame at night have been spectacular. These photos aren't mine, but give some idea of the views.
The wind has eased up the last two days, and crews are revisiting and strengthening the substantial fire breaks south of Oracle that were created during the 2003 Aspen fire. This, plus the weather forecast of future light winds, leads me to believe my house is in minimal danger, even though the authorities have us at the "Set" level of the "Ready, Set, Go" trilogy.
Deciding what to take and what to leave behind if you had less than 15 minutes to evacuate is a mental exercise that brings priorities into focus (and just where does Compton fit into this?).
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My involuntary intimacy with the medical profession creeps ever forward. Yesterday I endured what they called a "CT simulation scan" and was rewarded with three tiny dots tattooed across my min section. (I was planning on getting a winged, fire breathing, dragon but their regular tattoo artist was out battling Covid-19). The next step is for my Radiation Oncologist, Medical Physicist, and Medical Dosimetrist to meet and map out a "personalized" treatment plan. On June 30, I am scheduled to receive my "first" (of 40) radiation treatments. Dr. Doughtery (radiation oncologist) reviewed with me, in detail, the possible side effects of both the radiation and the bicalutamide she prescribed. I do not typically experience feelings of fear contemplating things that go "BUMP" in the night, but that list scares the bejabbers out of me. Senescing is certainly not for sissies. |