Yes, I thought on the last day of September as the temperature dropped while I was typing in my work chair/recliner in the living room of the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
Now this feels like October. I didn’t flip the furnace switch to on. But I did shut the windows tight, and close the French door every time Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle wanted to be let out onto the back porch.
It looked the part, too.
Talk on the wide screen’s Today broadcast this morning reported Hurricane Joaquin’s dance off the East Coast, and what it could mean for our part of the world.
Tuesday’s weather grid in The Post-Standard listed highs of 57º F through Saturday, with lows of 45º.
Here, now, rain.
Water fell and pooled. After the heat of summer, yes, we need it. I was thankful that city crew handiwork done recently around a drain at the end of our block seemed to have accomplished its task of keeping leaves and debris from clogging the process. In the dozen years we’ve lived in the Little Bitty, my dear wife Karen and I have witnessed moments when water rushing down our hill had nowhere to go, turning that end of the street into an impromptu pond. Fishing not encouraged.
But this made for a quiet Wednesday in Syracuse, N.Y., indeed.
Do you live in the area where Joaquin may wreak some havoc? Do you need to take precautions about flooding? Have you turned your furnace on yet, and if not, what temperature is usually your threshold?