Alicia Lopez’s Musings

Archive for April 2011

The above word strikes terror in mountain dwellers hearts; there is no fear greater than seeing flames engulfing acres of brush being fueled by extremely high winds.

This was the situation on Sunday April 2 when my comfy, nesty world was shattered by my son’s telephone call.  He asked me to turn on the television and see what was happening in our area.  I was completely surprised and devastated, as I had not heard an inkling of the situation.

The fire was in Ruidoso Downs, which is quite a bit far from the Village of Ruidoso and my house, but with the high winds, which could turn at any moment, the danger was very real.

My son, being the adventurer that he is, went to some high ground to take pictures.  Me, being the worrier that I am, decided to pack a bag (upon his recommendation) with essentials, such as medications, insurance policies, change of clothes, treasured items, etc.  I stayed glued to the television set which had constant updates.  Thankfully, the winds died down and cool weather rushed in, giving the hundreds of fire fighters some relief.  They were able to get a better grip on containing the flames.

We are not out of the woods yet, as the weatherman predicts high winds today through the end of the week.  We have not had any moisture since the killer snow storm of February, so everything is pretty dry.

This turned out to be the unexpected end of a very nice weekend.  My sis was in town, and we had a wonderful time, talking, laughing, walking. and of course visiting the casino.  When I explained the situation Sunday afternoon, she decided to head back home and not have to sit and worry until Monday morning when she was scheduled to leave.

Upon her arrival, she called me and reported that the winds had been worse in Alamogordo and beyond.  She actually had to turn on her car lights, as the sand was making it almost impossible to see.  Thank goodness she arrived safe and very relieved to be back home and begin her trip back to reality.

My reality started Monday morning when I went to the unemployment office, since I had not heard from them.  I spend an hour on the telephone waiting for a human, and when I finally got one, she asked my name, social security number and my phone, and then the line went dead.  Not wanting to spend all day there, I came home and tried calling  at several interludes during the day. I finally got a message to leave my number and someone would call me back in several hours, which they did, three hours later.

I got lucky to get a wonderful lady who took the time to research my files, and find out why I had not started receiving compensation.

The end result, after an hour, was that my funds should be released within 48 to 72 hours.  I was so happy to finally get someone who cared, I asked for her supervisor and told her what a wonderful employee they had.  I guess they’ve never gotten such a call, because they were flabbergasted.  They usually deal with exasperated people, and I can quite understand that!

I still have to face that turn in the road, and I am really dreading it.

Hasta la Vista

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