It was cold for real when I arrived. Rain barrel: frozen. Drinking water, olive oil, dish soap (watered down for the little froggies): frozen. You know you have an “unheated space” when you must put liquids in the fridge to warm them up.
The highest, or “king” tides of the year, have come and gone without incident.
This is not to say it’s been entirely uneventful. There’s been some Japanese tsunami stuff washing up.
There was brief snow at the beach, which I missed. There’s been stormy weather, where the trailer shimmies and shakes. It is not connected to the ground. It is a vehicle, a gypsy wagon, transient as the beach itself.
No news is good news. Besides, it is never a slow news day in the South Beach Bulletin:
“Friday, December 6, 6:10 p.m. 100 Block S. Montesano- Red Apple Market. Juvenile Problem. Three juveniles throwing snow balls at vehicles. Officer checked area with negative results.”
“Sunday, December 8, 1:47 a.m. Suspicious Person. Intoxicated elderly male observed staring at a boat. Officer provided courtesy transport to Holiday Motel.”
Do you know Hans Christian Andersen’s story of “The Little Match Girl”? This story is a real drag, one more reason I prefer the Brothers Grimm. A little girl, “bareheaded and barefoot”, has struck out trying to sell matches. “The poor little creature was hungry and perishing with cold, and she looked the picture of misery.”
She starts lighting matches, and with each brief flame, she has a vision: a big warm stove with brass feet and handles. A beautiful table with “a roast goose stuffed with apples and plums.” A Christmas tree, all lit up with candles. And, finally, she sees her dead grandmother.
“Oh, do take me with you,” she says. “I know you will vanish when the match goes out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the delicious goose, and the beautiful Christmas tree!”
So she lights up all the rest of the matches and her grandmother picks her up and they go flying away. The next day people find her frozen. “She must have tried to warm herself,” they say.
“December 8, 3:51 a.m. 1800 Block S. Montesano. Female walking home called 911 stating she was cold, tired, and afraid of the dark. She then stated she saw streetlights and was OK. Officer checked area with negative results.”
Merry winter to all, and to all, a streetlight.