I got a great invitation from my uncle Charlie to ride late this morning.  He ended up staying in town because of the hurricane instead of heading North to Syracuse.  Alas, I was already committed to making breakfast for my sweetie.  On the other hand, she happily accepted an invite to work out at the gym for a few hours, so I wasn’t a complete slug.  We got back as the wind and rain began to pick up and then promptly took naps.  There’s something truly luxurious about the nap.  Strangely enough, I woke up to find my mom putting orange juice in the fridge.  We chatted for a few minutes before she left and I began to actually get some work done.

The storm is picking up.  I’m expecting the Saw Mill to be closed tomorrow and I might get a chance to re-create one of my fondest memories.   Back when I lived in Yonkers, a storm came along that dumped water for days.  My house in Yonkers was on a hillock put my neighbors flooded.  The police came in a boat to remove a women on oxygen and I went out for a bike ride.  The highway was closed and I had the time of my life cycling along in ten inches of water.  I met my friend Kirk, who was desperately heaving water from his basement to the street.  I introduced myself and offered to cycle to my parents house for a pump.  I don’t know that we saved much from the basement but we’ve ridden together ever since.

hello out there

I went to the front to the front to check on the weather but — surprise — there was a tree in the way.  The ornamental by the road split down the middle.  One half fell across the front; the other half is tugging at our power lines.  My daughter is on the side texting a picture to her buddies.  I figured I better send this out before we lose power for the rest of the week.  Best wishes to everyone.  Enjoy the ride.