Autumn started yesterday, of course. But it seems pretty clear that summer intends to hang around and take a final bow this weekend.
If you had ridden your bike across town this morning to pick up some bagels, you would have seen all sorts of activity.
Yard sales starting up. Kids soccer. Lawn mowing. Joggers. Dog walkers. People heading out to do errands. You know, Spokane on a balmy Saturday morning.
But if your route took you through neighborhoods with older homes, there's something else you might have noticed. With all the comings and goings, this morning was an ideal time to observe that we have in our midst a fair number of drivers capable of precise maneuvers.
You know those folks who own big ass family trucksters? Sure. Well, a few of them live in older homes. And that often means the garages were built with much smaller vehicles in mind.
So steering the big rig in or out requires a cool head and steady hand.
I saw one guy back out this morning from a garage that seemed about one coat-of-paint wider than the SUV he was driving. If the actual inside of the garage wasn't bigger than the door frame, he'd never be able to get out of his car.
Docking orbiting space vehicles couldn't have been much harder than what he does every day. (And the astronauts had computer assist.)
Oh, well. So long, summer. Nice seeing you again.