Yesterday my friend Jane and I took our friend’s dog Ernie up to Idyllwild to see snow. It’s a two-hour drive (a little less if you drive like Jane) and sits atop a mountain at an elevation of 6200 feet–a perfect day trip. It was a gorgeous day in the high-50s/low-60s, and yet we still managed to find snow in the state forest above the town, where kids were sledding, adventure groups were hiking further up the mountain, and trucks were slip-sliding in the parking lot. (Google is not helping me find the name of the park–I thought it began with an “H”, but all I can find is reference to the Mount San Jacinto State Park.) Maintaining my marvelous record, I even managed to fall on my ass while trying to take the least slippery route down the hill back to the car. We lunched at the Red Kettle in “downtown” Idyllwild and did some random driving around the area before heading back down the windy road to the city.

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Updates from the past month

So, I moved. My friends and I painted the new apartment, I went into a frenzy of packing, and after $500 and eight hours with two professional movers, my stuff was officially transferred from West Hollywood to West L.A.

Living room
Living room, painting and filled with stuff

It’s been a rush, to be sure. The new place is smaller and I’m trying to readjust my thinking as I try to purge the excess from the many boxes. I’ve always been very attached to “having stuff”, even if it’s just stuff I shove under a bed or into a closet. Having it has always been the key for me. Now, I’m working on asking myself, “So what if I *don’t* have it? What will change?” This week I gifted several of my prized collectible Barbies. I’m shipping yarn to a friend tomorrow. I’m starting to think it might even be possible for me to let go of the Buffy action figures. ?!

Tomorrow I’m going to Ikea to purchase two PAX wardrobe units for my bedroom, and I’m very excited. I’ve been living out of suitcases for two weeks now (my dresser did not survive the move, and the new place as ONE, TINY closet), and I’ve reached a point with the boxes where there just isn’t any place left to put things. And Saturday, WeHo is having a shredding/recycling event at City Hall, so I may even get to unload 15 years of paper in one fell swoop. Seriously, I’m getting all tingly.

ION, I went home to Massachusetts last month for my friend Rebecca’s wedding. It was a great week (Red Sox game! Karaoke! Bar hopping in Boston!) and a great wedding, and I even learned that Mr. Darcy actually had a first name. I did not know that. (It’s Fitzwilliam, btw. Or maybe FitzWilliam?)

That’s all the news that’s fit to print–for now, anyway. 🙂