December 31st, 2017

caillebotte_man at his window

No Swans A-swimming

The year is ending dry, but the chances of rain later this week are increasing, so perhaps we will avoid the return of drought. That should be the jet stream's resolution for the new year: make California wet, and put lots of snow on the mountains. But I don't get to decide. I get to decide what resolutions to make for myself, but I've only decided not to make any. Why break with my personal tradition at this late date?

Tonight isn't as cold as the typical New Year's Eve is here, but it feels too cold for a typical New Year's Eve in Los Angeles, so it's not conducive to nostalgia for either place. Maybe it's a San Francisco New Year's Eve. The closest I ever came to being in San Francisco for the new year, I left on the morning of December 31, and went to a coffee house in Hollywood that night.

It had gotten down to around 40 degrees in San Francisco, and so Los Angeles felt rather warm to me and I didn't wear warm enough clothing and, full of northern viruses to which I lacked sufficient immunity, ended up coming down with a cold which lasted through the first week of January. Since I've felt like I'm coming down with a cold for over a week now, though I still haven't, I suppose I'll end up feeling nostalgic about that year. Not auspicious.

But the moon is nice tonight. It will be full tomorrow, and because there are lots of clouds but they aren't too thick the moon is only a bit hazy and surprisingly white tonight. Maybe it will still look that way at midnight. There might be noise. There usually is a bit, with at least a couple of people setting off cherry bombs in the distance, but the guy who used to run a siren hasn't been around for a couple of years now. And after the noise it will turn back into the ordinary, quiet night. Festivity is not characteristic of this backwater.

This century is getting old.

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