Near the fire zone

Had an impulse to write a first post here from just outside the fire zone. We are so lucky that our home is still standing, but have been without electricity or gas for a week now. We tried staying in an Airbnb for a couple of days, but then the wind kicked up there too. The location was even drier and far more remote than it is here—at the base of the Los Padres mountains in chaparral that hasn’t seen rain for eight months, with the nearest neighbor’s massive “TRUMP” and “MAGA country” flags giving off horror movie vibes. Could you imagine needing to knock on that door for help? We could not. So we listened to the audience and got out of there and are now back at home waiting it out. It’s the most stunning clear day here which makes so sense at all—LA is ironic like that—but we’ll take it. Thankfully. My heart aches for all the thousands of my fellow Angelenos who have lost so much. With my love and prayers for us all, Janet