Enough of Recovery (for Now), Let's Talk Weather

The fourth straight day of miserable and surprisingly cold-feeling weather lingers here today. A tree got blown over Saturday night in Sakura Park, up toward Grant's Tomb, where I walk Sam in the morning. The evidence of the strength of the wind and rain, especially on Saturday, is everywhere in trash receptacles along the streets -- broken up umbrellas tossed away. Or sometimes just thrown down on the street -- in the small street corner park at 125th and St. Nicholas, whose main attraction is a sculpture which looks like nothing so much as a woman's platform high-heeled shoe, D. counted eight abandoned umbrellas, their cloth ripped, their spines turned inside out, just thrown down along the fence or by the pedestrian bench. We are promised an end to it all tomorrow; we shall see.