I spent a couple days with my grandmother, parents and aunts down in Walnut Creek this weekend. My grandmother has lived in a retirement community down there my whole life and then some. She is 93 and may not be in her little house much longer. Other than a slow, sometimes imperceptible exchange of photos propped up around the room, almost nothing has changed in this house for forty years. It is weird for me to think of not going there anymore which means it's got to be 100 times weirder for my grandmother to contemplate leaving. I have lots of thoughts on this whole process, but for now, I'd like to simply dwell on the unimportant and oddly precious artifacts of my grandmother's home.