Last night on FaceTime I finally got to watch Jen, my three-year-old granddaughter Charlotte and nine-year-old grandson Jeremiah open the box I sent them before the smoke and fires took over our lives in Eugene, Oregon. The box contained loads of retro costume jewelry from the 1960s and ‘70s and other odds and ends which I added like a diffuser for essential oils and a lamp that changes colors, two Pandemic journal books and photos from last Christmas which…