Winter Break, Day 0.
The kid packs like me. It begins with folding and good intentions, but it ends in a hastily tossed pile and tears.
Wondering if there is a canonical blessing for suitcase zippers…
The hot winds are blowing out of the Northeast again today, driving January mid-day temperatures into the high 80s. But stepping out this morning to take the kid to the school bus was a delight. The sky was a faded pink, the breezes warm and pleasant. We drove to the bus stop with the windows down, and when we parked alongside the harbor, the wind chimes from half a dozen porches made for an unusually beguiling cacophony.
He turned to me and said, “okay, I love the Santanas now.”
I was so pleased that I didn’t bother to mention that six hours hence, when the temperature at his fire-scarred hilltop school approached triple-digits, he might hold a different opinion.
Aaron at school, getting his mind around the devastation.
We will rebuild.
Even better than before.
Thanks and best wishes to the Ventura County Fire Department, the Los Angeles County Fire Department, CalFire, the thousands of firefighters who responded from ten states, and the crew from Lake Dillon, Colorado (WL-8) who walked every inch of the OVS grounds making sure that the fire was “cold out” in and around the campus.
As of this writing, we’ve taken Route 66 from Hesperia to Oklahoma City.
Looking forward to taking the Chicago – OKC portion, and then finishing by sticking to the original alignment as far as we can go.
I watched “Arrival” Found it enthralling.
It encourages me that it is still possible to make movies for people who think, and that it is also possible for those movies to earn back their production costs, especially after Denis Villeneuve’s follow-up sci-fi outing, Blade Runner 2049, was such a critical success and a commercial failure.
I didn’t see 2049 in theaters. You’ll understand why: my life since June has been a blur. But I will see it, and I will likely buy it in some form of video.