Ventura Highway in the Sunshine
Don't light my fire.
I was going to write about the show Rivals tonight, but L.A. is burning to the ground 45 miles away. The Reel Inn is gone. Dukes, who knows. The entire Pacific Palisades neighborhood and houses lining the beach seem to be history.
The wind had died down up here, for now, but we’re supposed to have Santa Ana’s on and off for the next couple of weeks. I can’t stand the Santa Ana’s. They drive me nuts. Literally. I become a different person. The whistling in the air is like Chinese Water Torture.
And it’s dry. And we’re getting text alerts about high winds and fire safety. I mean, at least we’re getting those.
I don’t even know what fire season is anymore. It used to be in September and October. But then we had the Thomas Fire in December in 2017. Now this massive fire in L.A. in January. Any time there’s a hint of a wind, I’m on edge.
Welcome to California.
Anyway, my heart goes out to all the people who lost their homes. The people who had their insurance canceled and then lost their homes? I can’t imagine. People put everything they have into their homes. I know I have. It’s something I think about all the time now. What if…
We’re not prepared for a fire in this town. There’s no where to go but the beach. I bought a little trailer thing I can hitch to my bike to put my cats in if things go south.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t grow up here because it might be easier to pack up and move somewhere else. It looks crazy to anyone who isn’t from here, to stay in this sunny hellscape. But this is my home.
I’m not gonna rant about what a shit hole California has become, but I do think we’re going to have a come to Jesus moment after this disaster in L.A.
This state simply cannot go on like this.
Stay safe!