END-OF-YEAR

We were careful this year. The condo is a new expense and the beach house needs a new roof.

Our goals were modest. We would walk, pay our bills, do our best to avoid covid, and stay in touch with family and friends. We covered over a thousand miles, mostly on the beach. I ran nearly a quarter of those miles in 2022, a 10k in October, and have two fiction stories due for publication. Together we visited family, took the train to Seattle, and drove back and forth most weeks between Portland and the coast. Gary spent a lot of time in the garden and taking care of his wife, who is lucky to know him, not to mention to love him.

Sandstone at the headland north of our beach home.
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BARGAINING IRL

Years ago I taught a short story by Michael Cunningham in which a teenager runs through a sliding glass door during a party. (This was before building codes required tempered glass in such doors—a change triggered by a real life incident of a child bleeding out from cuts sustained by running through such a door.) In the story, the boy stands in the middle of broken glass and pulls a shard of glass from his neck. Moments later he bleeds out in the arms of his girlfriend. Every year students would bargain with that: What if he hadn’t pulled out the glass? What if someone had put more pressure on the wound? What if…? Just as in real life, we sometimes bargain with outcomes we cannot bear. Even in fiction.

In Iceland, a monstrous cat, Jólakötturinn, eats people who have failed to provide themselves with new clothing for the New Year. Not to mention the Troll brothers and other monsters. In Finland there is a magical goat character who takes away gifts instead of giving them like Santa Claus. The straw goats in my picture are miniatures of Sweden’s giant straw “Gävlebocken” that has been erected since 1966 and is often burned to the ground. So far, this year, it’s still standing. That 13-meter goat is not a bad being at all and you can see it in real time.
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COLD

We’re in Portland just now, and it’s in the 20s outside. I ran three miles here yesterday and walked a couple more, up and down NW Portland streets. I planned to walk three miles this morning, but maybe not in this cold.

We tested negative again yesterday. This means I have not been sick (with anything) for at least three years. Well, there is an issue with the blue cheese… But no cold or flu or covid. We are fully vaccinated and boosted and hopeful we will be able to see family next weekend.

Eagles, hummingbirds, teaching writing, childbirth, and life expectancy. What we saw a few days ago on the coast:

This crawfish did not belong on the sand early the other morning. I have caught, cooked, and eaten crawfish in my youth. We could have eaten him. But no. We think he’s not the invasive species, just a local critter washed down after the rain, and Gary put him back in Asbury creek.
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BEACHCOMBING

I literally plan to write about beach combing every single day I am on the beach and then I am distracted. I have superstitions (if I touch a stone, I should take it or stack it.) and good luck finding agates and a front yard nearly paved with my finds. We also attended an event this week and reconnected with dear friends, including one I was worried about. All good!

It is the sky that I watch all day at the coast.
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