December Weather.... What Weather Are You Wishing For Tonight?? Henry Miller and Weather and a Short Mimic Loop. Weather in the Tropics but... Just Weather.

 

Not beating a dead horse. 

It's not dead actually.

Producing wild weather still.

Okay...so there's that. Weather in the tropics.

Talking on Weather History.

62 years ago was 1962

Ironically

Cold freeze in Florida

Post by Matt Dewitt on X

35 in Miami wow...that's cold.

10 in Tally!!!

Enjoy. Odd doings in the Atlantic.

I made a short Mimic video!

Odd doings in the Pacific.

Seen any drones recently?
lolol sorry not funny.

Maybe funny.

Saturday Night update on the Weather.

Everyone wishing on something...

... winter weather in many places

In truth the weather has been gorgeous, incredible and I'm not going to complain. Blue skies, cool but not too cold and sunny! That's not bad. Yes, I want snow, but it's only December and I have miles to go before... well you get the gist of this.  

I spent the day reading, because I couldn't fall asleep and it was inspiring to lose myself in reading. What inspires you I wonder as I sit here typing watching a movie partially on mute that I really should not watch. But you know the little fake fireplace is going, blowing warm air into the room and it has mesmerizing colors that remind me of the Northern Lights that I am now obsessed with and I decided to blog this evening as I have been missing in action with this blog while on a vacation. In truth, the Hurricane Season is officially over, though December storms do happen and who really reads my blog deep in December? 

Don't worry this isn't "true confessions" this evening, but just being myself and in a mood!

This is my blog.

This is my weather journal.

There is no weather here except fair, sunny and cool weather.

So if you are here for the weather..........move along and come back tomorrow. 

I'll get over it. Just y'all come back now. I'm Southern, really and we do say stuff like that!

So....one thing I learned today while reading an old Henry Miller book I found at the Used Book Store in Pittsboro was the Greek word for water   νερό  that's how you spell it in Greek but we would say Nero in English! I should have known that but I digress, at the moment I smiled. Hey I had to pass Russian for my degree in International Relations not Greek. The most I know how to say in Greek is the high school sorority I was in ...in high school. Gamma Lambda Phi! Now back to the book.  I typed "reading" but when I find an old story or book by Henry Miller I haven't read then my reading is more like surfing along on the waves as his descriptive phrases are like waves of words beating towards the shoreline and you can feel the warmth of the fire he's watching and sense the taste of the food he's swallowing and the way the weather feels and makes Henry feel as he takes everyone along on a journey through his mind. You don't even really care if there's no plot, because it's just a joy to read his words, flowing along magically. And, then I saw this paragraph where he waxed poetic about Sherwood Anderson and weather and I literally said out loud "oh that's so cute" and yet it doesn't surprise me as Henry infuses weather into all of his writing. Oh, bonus for people who are reading as this IS about weather.

"To be aware of the weather, to be in it, battling with it, meant everything to me. In Antoniou's countenance there were always traces of the weather. And in Sherwood Anderson's writing there are always traces of the weather. I like men who have the weather in their blood. . . " The quote is from "the Colossus of Maroussi" by  Henry Miller in 1941. Just to be clear here the ". . ." was the end of that paragraph and he did that way before the Internet, imagine that!

Henry Miller evokes the mood with words you may have to look up in a dictionary if you have not spent your life learning words to use for that special moment such as the opportunity to use the word lugubrious shown below. The NHC does that when they put out a Tropical Weather Outlook and they call the tropical wave "vigorous" the only problem being that's really the only good word they use to describe a healthy tropical wave. Yes, I used "tropical" three times in a sentence! They need to be a little more creative....

vs

(they rhyme!!)

I don't think I would want to drink Retsina, but who knows though I wonder if it has magical powers like Absinthe? I have a writing friend who drank the real stuff just before getting on a plane coming back from Europe. He said it made him feel sick, nauseous but rather than throwing up he wrote the whole flight back vigorously and didn't stop until the plane landed at JFK. 

Link to an article on how Retsina deserves a second chance is below.

https://sanfranciscowineschool.com/blogs/blog/19215555-retsina-worth-a-second-look?srsltid=AfmBOopUFDUGn0oYPQvg5Mf5FPmrKWW3e6TAbHjkNjAIDsatHsWJ0ZaL

I have a friend who writes like Henry Miller in that he likes to toss in huge words that you aren't sure he made up himself to show off his wide knowledge of vocabulary that he rarely uses it a text message. Sometimes I'm jealous at the wave he weaves his words so perfectly one after another and once I threw something he wrote across the room, because it was almost to painful to read things he was saying that made way too much sense to me and were written so perfectly. Then I went over, picked it up and went into the backyard so my children wouldn't worry on me cursing and throwing things at the wall. I'm a sucker for a good writer. Apparently writers are a sucker for me too. 

So as I sit here in North Carolina hiding from the world, finished with the hurricane season while enjoying the last golden vestiges of Fall as a few leaves mostly on maple trees cling to a mostly bare tree and the two huge Oak Trees that were once markers for the property that was most likely a farm 200 years ago where I currently live in 2024 turn shades of gold with the blue sky peaking through as the cold wind blows showering me in golden leaves and I smile as I love naked trees the way a naked wave looks beautiful even though it's not a healthy sign for the wave....  you can see the spirals, the banding visible on the visible imagery. Redundantly beautiful if I may say so. Miller loves tossing in simple words like naked into his prose even when nothing sexual is going on and I'll add I'm close to a hundred pages in and nothing is really going on other than me getting high on the wild eloquence in his flow of thought prose that is similar to Anias Nin, but honestly hers is better. Again I digress.

Waiting on Winter Weather. Wishing on Winter Weather. I may just go Up North and hold my breathe like an angry, stubborn child refusing to leave until I see snow falling in the daytime. To be fair, to be honest I love watching snow fall in the Carolinas in the daytime specifically. The deep, dark green pines and the magnificent Magniolas provide a colorful backdrop to white snow covering everything else. It's easy to leave and go where it snows but I want to see snow in my backyard, on the huge Oak Trees covering their brown branches and stand there in awe, amazed and totally in love with weather.

Waiting....

Sweet whatever dreams you want......

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