It has gotten really cold here.
I know. It’s December. It’s supposed to be cold.
Not here. I mean what the heck? This is California, for crying out loud! When I lived in New York and New England all those years, everyone spent the winter whining about the snow and cold, wishing they could live in a warm place such as Florida or California.
California, in particular, was mythic. The home of Schwarzenegger and Mickey Mouse. Everyone there was either a movie star or a surfer dude, and we’d all seen the romantic photos of couples walking along the beach and enjoying the ocean at any time of year.
Joe Dee Messina sang “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.”
The Mamas and The Papas were busy California dreamin’. “I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.”
Even in L.A., the weather people are calling for 41°F tonight. But here, two-thirds of the way up from Mexico to Oregon, we’re going to have a hard freeze tonight, 23°F.
Just for kicks, I checked the forecast for some of my old haunts back east. They may hit the low forties tonight.
Somehow, being in a place that is significantly colder than New York seems to defeat the purpose of living in California.
I am reminded that we don’t have blizzards here. Sure, how often did that happen back in NYC? Once per winter, maybe? I remember my last winter on the east coast very clearly. We barely had two flakes of snow to rub together the entire winter.
Be that as it may, this type of weather does not bode well for the homeless in our area, particularly those unable to reach a shelter or unwilling to stay there. I am told that our homeless friend is still sleeping in his sister’s car, inside a fleece-lined sleeping bag, wearing a coat and covered by blankets.
I think what I’m supposed to do is smile and be glad it’s the holiday season. It’s the eighth and final night of Hanukkah, and Christmas is just around the corner. Cold weather is supposed to be a part of the whole ambience. Mittens, scarves, hot chocolate and all that. We wouldn’t want Frosty the Snowman to melt, now would we? And perhaps, as we see our frozen breath while running about shopping, a taste of the North Pole will encourage empathy for the hardships endured by Santa and his elves.
I suppose that’s all well and good for the children and the Christmas carolers.
As for me, I stand with my bloggy friend, Vagina.
I want my electric blankie.