WORDS ON WEATHER
Hunkering Down
Last weekend our friends and family cocooned in North Carolina, Pennsylvania, and New York during winter storm Jonas. We watched from afar, thanks to the Weather Channel and the Web, almost gleeful that we were here in Florida. But, like men’s sympathetic pregnancies, we hunkered down too—staying indoors, feasting on forbidden foods (a luscious strip steak!), and savoring hot soup. After all, outside was only 50 degrees with a cold stiff wind and white caps on the bay!
Minus Tides
Living on the edge of said bay, we get to observe the daily and seasonal variation of the tides. The changes over the course of a typical day are not usually extreme, but the other morning I noticed that it was low tide and we were getting a “mud flats” effect. This is unusual for us and it got me to wondering about the tide levels. I checked the newspaper and the low tide that morning for just before 8:00 am was a negative .6 feet. Getting even more curious, I did a bit of research (thank you, Google!) and learned that there is a mean low tide number for each area that is considered zero; high and low tides are measured up or down against this. So my minus six meant that this tide was half a foot lower than the mean low tide! Hence the mud, hence more birds at the water’s edge.
And since the tides are governed partly by the moon, this week’s very low tide was associated with a gorgeous buttery-colored full moon. My citizen science colleagues in California were always keen to be observing life in the tidal areas during minus low tides and scheduled outings with our volunteers for those dates, even if it meant being on the water at 5:00 or 6:00 am.
TITLES STACKED UP
As usual, I have too many books waiting to be read, but that only means that I’ll never lack for reading material! Here is a small selection of those waiting in the wings.
Expatriate Lives by Janice Y.K. Lee. (A much touted new novel by the author of The Piano Teacher.)
Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff. (I’ve put off long enough reading this highly praised novel from the author of The Monsters of Templeton.)
My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout. (The latest novel from the author of Olive Kittredge, one of my favorite books.)
West with the Night by Beryl Markham. (A memoir by an early aviator, this will be a re-read for me for the local book group. I first read it many years ago with the Penn book group.)
The Art of Memoir by Mary Karr. (From the author of several raw, lay-it-bare memoirs, this book supposedly informs the reader how to create a memoir.)
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates. (A pass along from my sister and an important contribution to the national discussion about race in America.)
POSTSCRIPT
I also want to report that I finished A Master Plan for Rescue and it was wonderful! There’s a parallel story about a passenger on the ill-fated and unwelcome ship, St. Louis, and this man intersects with the boy Jack in ways that are initially amusing and touching and ultimately, life-changing.
