I'm having my moving sale today, and no, I'm not going to post a photo of all the stuff. Because the whole point is to let it go, to let it move on, to new homes, to be woven into new narratives. Some of it I've had for years, some of it I bought and never used. But all of it was in the shed and I figure if I managed without for the last 18 months, what's a few (let's hope many more than a few) decades more?

This photo is from Santa Fe. Winter, obviously. (It's 88 degrees here in the Santa Monica mountains today so icicles seemed the way to go.) Lately, that city and that state have been calling my name. And they're pronouncing it perfectly.