Sunday, December 12, 2010


Isn't it beginning to feel a lot like Christmas?

Not really. Not if you live in Los Angeles.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman doesn't feel the same at 10.30 at night with all the windows down, a 75 degree breeze blowing in from the desert over your face, even if you're zooming down Sunset and holiday lights are burning brightly.  We left a party with pretty linen table cloths and orange glasses, speckled green plates, paperwhites in pots, a chocolate birthday cake decorated with sprinkles, and all the windows wide open to let in the warm winds which are enveloping Southern California. It's the Santa Anas, the devil winds that make sane people do crazy things, the condition that encourages excited prattle about earthquake weather.   Arms and legs are bare again. The dogs are snoozing on the chairs in the sunshine. I'm tempted to drop ice into the Christmas tree water.

Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.


Lickedspoon said...

That must be so strange. I am a little too excited that the bookies have stopped taking bets on a white Christmas for London this year - early snow has transformed me into a giddy, snow-crazy Mrs Claus.

Wally B said...

In Seattle, we have the Pineapple Express, a quaint way of saying, it is pissing down with rain for days on end. Our land is so waterlogged, the rain is just collecting in large puddles on the garden, and we live on the top of a hill!!!!!. If Santa has any chance of making a delivery round these parts, he'd better trade in the sleigh for a float plane.

Acanthus and Acorn said...

I have always wondered what it be like to celebrate Christmas in a warmer climate since I am such a seasonal person...but lately the weather has been in the teens and the so very windy...might just need to try it!