RF'n last week.

Isaac takes a dump in KY.

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That storm Saturday afternoon was pretty intense. I checked the radar at one point and it stretched from Virginia to Maine.

A couple small tornadoes even hit NYC.

I was driving in it as the front came through, and had to pull over for five minutes because I couldn't see more than 20 feet in front of me with the wipers on high. It caught a lot of people by surprise. When I resumed driving, I saw a woman who had been out walking her dog, and it looked like she had jut fallen into a swimming pool and climbed out. And several cyclists who were absolutely drenched. One tree down halfway across the road near our house. We didn't lose power but several friends did.

Sky News this morning said that Scotland would be hit by heavy rain and wind by remnants of Hurricane Leslie spinning out across the Atlantic.
However the Express front page says it's Hurricane Michael we'll get. But they're not really known for their accuracy.

Hold onto your wind turbines, Limey.

Near a wind turbine in a wind storm?

One word of advice.

Duck.

That seems tragic, but in its dying seconds it generated enough power to build a replacement turbine.

last night we got enough rain to wet the gauge, and just enough to end our 48 day dry spell. not a record by a couple days, but still a long. hot. dry. summer.

Today is dawning brilliant blue and halcyon. Just like sept. 11, 2001.

Oh, gawd. Now I"m getting depressed.

that lick of rain? It was a light lick. 0.01" of rain. A single hundredth of an inch. Gee. Thanks.

(in God's Voice) BigV, you're welcome!

thank you sir, may I have another!

16 here in Geelong and supposed to rain later and go down to 10 tonight. I love it! Way better than Houston! :D

Well, it is only Spring there.

This morning could be described not as the black cauldron of morning but as a grey-ish blue cauldron of morning.

I just like the word 'cauldron'

From Laurie Lee's April Rise
This was how this morning felt to me, even though we're on the other side of summer, on the downhill skid towards Christmas.

If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green

65 degrees rfn.

3 p.m.

September.

In Kentucky.

65 degrees.