I’ve been quite philosophical today, thinking about how life could have been for us from now on, if things had been different. While the loss of our home was still a possibility, I told myself that we’d be all right - we’re well insured, we’ve got good friends and a family who would have been there for us all the way.
Still - it’s d*** impractical to not have a roof over your head. Especially with 6 kids, 4 dogs, 4 horses and 12 sheep - not counting the cats, rabbits and birds… I’ve blogged about all our stuff before - truth be told, we could live quite well without most of it. The thing is - it’s there for a reason. Hubbys grandmas sugardish, that she got from her grandma… The chairs my great grandfather made… His wifes monogrammed hatbox… All the photographs - the newer ones are on CDs, and we would have rescued those, but we’ve got loads of ancient ones of both our ancestors that would have been left behind. # 1 Brats national costume that she inherited from my aunt, her fathers old guitar, our books, my grandmothers old Kenwood mixer, that makes me think of her every time I use it - all these things that complement our collective and individual memories, and make sure that the people we’ve cared for are remembered every day.
All the rest can be replaced, but still - we’ve made our life here, and what would we do with ourselves while that life was rebuilt? Would we want it rebuilt, or would we start over somewhere else?
These were my thoughts, far away from everything, dreading the phonecall that would tell me the fire was winning. It never came. If it had, we would have had to deal with an impractical life for a while, and I’m sure a solution would have come up. I’m grateful that no one was hurt, that no other houses burned down, and for the firefighters who did a wonderful, wonderful job.
I may well go back to blogging about such thrilling issues as diet pills, garden flowers, brats and making a buck online, but this is something I’ll never forget. I hope the kids have learned too - catastrophy is sometimes just a spark in a dry bush away, and it could be our turn next.
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