HeyJaredOn Fire
I am a filmmaker and writer - and this is my story of starting over - post-LA fire. It's also about loss, memory, and grief. Transitions upon transitions. The saggy middle of it all.
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THE DIAGNOSIS (opens the original)
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What are the odds? The doctors kept saying - how could it be a kidney stone and something else? It’s very unlikely, they kept saying. The odds are very low.(I might add here: even low odds are actually quite good! How could Trump win a second term? How could the reservoirs be empty and the Palisades burn? Unlikely things that seemingly defy logic and probability will actually happen, dear reader, again and again.)By 8 am on Wednesday, George had been in the hospital about thirteen hours, having
The night before the diagnosis (opens the original)
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Most of what I will relay here was relayed to me, after the fact, when George and Blaze were safely “on the other side.” I have added some historical background for context. It was a Tuesday, three weeks ago, when the event happened. George and Blaze were waiting for their Thai food takeout dinner order, walking on State Street in Santa Barbara, biding time, when George felt sudden indescribable pain. He sat on the curb. He took off his glasses and put his head in his hands.This in and of itself
“You’re not going to blog about that, are ya?” (opens the original)
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The Warner Bros. Discovery sale to Paramount Skydance looks like it’s a done deal. My neighbors are writing postcards to swing states. The election is 42 days away - on a Tuesday. The fire was 623 days ago. It was also on a Tuesday, just like today is a Tuesday. Make of that what you will. Perhaps more importantly, today is the first day of fall. When nature does her thing and there are real, honest-to-God seasons. On cue, the leaves on the front two trees are starting to turn. For a California
Sometimes all of this is a mystery to me. (opens the original)
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My writing of late has been a bit of a melange of my impressions and adventures as a California transplant in a rural New England college town while my husband George, back in Los Angeles, digs deep into his epic design of our to-be-constructed house with its helical staircase with parts sourced from China, and our daughters navigate their senior years in college and high school, respectively.People are confused about how a marriage works when a husband and wife are 3,000 miles apart. Me, too! S
Part 2: REALLY CATCHING THE CAT (opens the original)
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Blaze and I tried once more to catch the cat on the bike path. It was again at night, which like the time before felt clandestine and had that same kid-nappy vibe. Blaze thought I was too aggressive last time. I thought she was not aggressive enough. This time, however, I did not intervene, although I did wear oven mitts.Blaze was quiet and slow and kind and the cat clearly loved her but Blaze was also unclear how to be decisive and essentially shove the cat into the open crate. The cat did not
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