We've had a warm, sunny, dry Fall. It finally got dark and wet, but the warm got left behind, and we found ourselves waltzing into November with 70-degree days and buckets of rain. We call that "the pineapple express" because it comes to us from Hawaii (I can almost smell the coconut tanning lotion).
I lay awake the night the wind picked up. Like a child with a toy flute, the wind played the cedar tree - long on vigor; short on finesse. It wasn't the fury of the wind that kept me awake, though; it was the temperature. Even with all the heat turned off, the thermometer wavered between 72 and 76 for the next three days! Talk about stewing in your own juice!
Our neighborhood is fine, but it's flooding, especially at the coast - roads collapsing and houses being washed away, too. I don't wish the people of Gleneden Beach ill, but if they had the wits God gave a goose, they wouldn't have built there in the first place. Why do people respond to places of great natural beauty by plunking down a house or a hotel? Do they think it's a game of Monopoly? Then they shouldn't whine when they draw a bad Chance card.
Here's a great little video that gives you an idea how off-kilter things are. Don't mind the ad; it's short. You'll have to copy & paste the link, because I couldn't embed this one. Sorry. http://www.katu.com/home/video/4593501.html?video=YHI&t=a
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