We’ve been in our place for a couple of months before finding that the solar system wasn’t producing any power. One quick visit from a tech and we are making energy from the sky. Yesterday’s production was a little less than twice our monthly average in the previous billing period. I am STOKED.

The sun is up late, and so is the high temperature we’re making our way through. Sunset is a beautiful and somewhat cooler time to get out for a walk through the neighborhood.

I had a pretty good time getting to the gilded title again in this week’s Iron Banner, the first of this newest The Final Shape expansion.

Biking home from the market, enjoying the still-cool still-early feel of the morning.

I reconnected with my first college roommate at the neighborhood pub the other day. Feels great to be near old friends, again, and I’m grateful that it feels so good to be in touch after a lot of years.

Love to have garbage air quality and a still-terrified dog after a night of fireworks before a heat wave. So much for cooling down the house for a few hours while it’s nice out.

A couple of trees I appreciated on a walk at the park the other day.

Among of the things I’m struggling with is that they’re doing this for someone who is, manifestly, one of the worst people in the world, staggeringly uncaring about his own legal and constitutional obligations, and they seem utterly untroubled by the implications of that.

Here’s a good view of the X100VI menu system.

As of last week, we’ve officially sold our old home, the place we lived for nearly seventeen years, the duration of my whole current career. Now we can fully, 100% live in our new home in a new city and state; and processing this move is quite an interesting, reflective and ongoing set of moments.

As I navigate our new home, I think a lot about the old one. We really loved that house. We had remodeled it, making the kitchen just what we wanted and enjoying it tremendously. It’s a little hard to leave it, and now all we have are memories of so many mornings making coffee there, talking, cooking. I hope the new owner appreciates how smoothly the drawers close, how warm the big butcher block counter is amid the tile and countertops, and how the sun changes throughout the day. I hope they appreciate the urban trail entry path, just across the street, and the way the wide east-west street gives them views of sunrise and sunsets.

We landscaped the backyard with a garden and native plants, and installed a cable rail so that we could see the whole yard from the porch. We passed so many hours out there, watching starlings, ravens, nuthatches; and at dusk, bats would emerge against the pale, darkening sky.

It’s where we brought our baby home, and watched her grow to a teenager.

The memories are endless, really. Moving closes one story and starts another, but they’ll always be tightly linked, more continuous than discrete. Let’s put down new roots.