Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Don't worry, I'll think of something!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
The 'bony maronies' are frolicking no longer.
*(remember that classic song?)
"I got a girl named Bony Maronie..."
Monday, February 25, 2013
What would be a good caption for the rooster to say looking over the fence, standing knee-deep in snow? If I send it, I'll give you credit with me. hahaha
By the way, 6 more inches headed this way Tuesday!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
It's going to take some getting used to.
Till we meet again.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Well, it's the weekend. Do you know why I know it is? More snow is in my forecast. I'm listening this morning and Mr. Weatherman is telling me that we're going to be experiencing a 'weather event' Saturday night into Sunday. Really? A weather event? Why not just drop it on me that my snowblower better be back in the garage, because it looks like another 3-6 inches is headed my way. And what's the deal with the 'American model' as opposed to the 'European model'? When did these opposing terms come into play in my life? For the last three weekends, we've endured winter storms of one magnitude or another and for the life of 'em, the weather dudes and dudettes, that I watch on my telly, can seem to figure out what model we're getting. One is always harsher and stronger than the other, but they can never get it straight. Which one is entering my life over the next 6-10 hours? Get me a model I can live with! I guess it's time to set the record straight with NOAA, the National Weather Service. Listen buddy, there's only one model I want in my life and I think you know who it is. Give me the German-borm, ever dangerous Heidi Klum in all her fury!
Now that's a storm I could endure! I think...
By the way, don't get me going on the weather service's new fun activity: naming snowstorms! This one is called "Q". What's this all about?
Friday, February 22, 2013
This is the front window to the Stevens Avenue Congregational Church. In my formative years it was memorable for two reasons. Once at their annual auction, Leo got a double bed for a bid of 22¢. We lugged it to his house, and he actually set it up and slept on it that night. Amazing! The second incident leads one to ask the question: how does one go from a introvert to an extrovert almost over night? The first teen dance that I ever attended was in the basement rec center of this church. All the guys were pretty excited that Friday night. Me? Something was up in my stomach. I wanted to be a part of it, but I really had no idea what I was in for. Venturing down the stairs, we were met with lots of members of the opposite sex in dresses, like it was a real big deal. I was probably dressed in jeans and a clean t-shirt. As you can see I had no real idea what this night was all about. We headed for the punch bowl, and tried to look sophisticated and cool, sort of our version of 'rebel without a cause'. A couple of the gang broke with 'the plan' and went over and started talking to a couple of the girls. They actually were smiling! Leo and Skip both looked like they were ready to move to the dance floor. Good grief! What was happening? My teen world seemed to be spinning a bit out of control. That was when it dawned on me that I was in way over my head. I made an excuse, ran upstairs and headed home in the darkness. I was embarrassed. I wasn't ready for that. At least not yet. Did I actually think that the naive introvert would survive the night and have fun? I'll never forget that night. Ever! These days, this extrovert would just love to travel back for a second chance at that night and those gals in their pretty, pink dresses.
But as they say, sometimes you only get one shot.
This was one of those nights!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Since the storm brought us no money for shoveling OUR long driveway(Dad didn't pay), this became one of the highlights of day spent digging out.
Even today, I love that sound of the plow rumbling its way down the hill and filling my driveway with snow at 4 AM.
Why? Did I tell you I have a snowblower?
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Smashing! Crashing! Shattering!
Hey, our fun was cheap!
Birthday Wishes going out today to my Sis J- in Oregon!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
In Father Curley's English class, we read a couple of Shakespearean plays. It was the first time I experienced Macbeth, and it has been my favorite ever since that first reading. One of our assignments was to memorize these lines from Act 5. I still know them by heart. I have often quoted the lines and others from this play, as I go through my daily living, often with zany references. I have a lot of fun with it.
The other morning, when I pulled over to capture this scene with the wind blustering away, 'full of sound and fury signifying nothing' was echoing in my head.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Act 5 Scene 5 Macbeth
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Maybe a coffee cup with this design would do. It is slightly cool.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
It can get hot! It can be very cold! Here are some icicles hanging off a local fire barn. Back on Stevens Avenue when a thaw was followed by a big freeze, it was always icicle time. In the corner near one of the back entrances, there was a place where large junks of ice always grew. It would form in multiple clusters, in widths of 12-15 inches. On days that I was especially bored, I'd get my trusty hammer and commence to have some icicle fun. Often the ice broke up in large sections, and I felt especially gratified and thought I was doing my family duty of ridding the roof of the pesky ice sculptures. Sometimes though, the wall of ice was as hard as stone and even the hammering got me nowheres. It seemed to always render a thirst though, and pieces of ice fit the bill. Sucking away! Today, I'd probably be reminded that the frozen water, hanging from the roof, was dirty and full of assorted crap. Back then though, it was only a quenching relief, where ever it was hanging.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
I'm sure the Valentine Bandit has struck in Portland, plastering the windows and walls of city buildings with small red hearts. I'm away this morning, so I'll just have to go on previous February mornings. I'm sure the city is heart-struck!
I am too.
Happy Valentine's Day to my special valentine, Elenka!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
You know, now that I look back on it, it was always nice to get back to school. Now, I know why!
Monday, February 11, 2013
There's a lot of snow around these parts now. We got 35.5 inches out here, and Portland broke its all time record of 27.1, with a snowfall of 31.9 inches of whiteness. The Public Works Dept. says it might take weeks to clear the snow off streets and sidewalks. When you live in Maine year round, yes, you like to see it snow. These days, I'll take that early snowfall, usually around Turkey Day, gotta wish for a white Christmas each December, and maybe a day off here and there to watch a Nor'easter roll through the southern part of the state, but that's about it. And a dropping of this size with frigid temperatures right along with it? I say enough already. I hear Punxsutawney Phil didn't get frightened by his shadow. Good! After this stretch of weather, bring on spring! I think I can take it.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
I'd love to keep typing, but I really need to go shovel some more. That and do some day-dreaming of the warm Florida sunshine. Ah...
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The snowfall totals are crazy this morning. Outside the kitchen window, here in Gorham they are saying 33 inches and counting. The weathergal just said maybe expect another 6-8 inches before this white deluge comes to an end in the overnight hours. Portland just broke the all time record for snowfall. The city just topped 29 inches, smashing the old record of 27.9. I guess you could say, if you get all excited about snowfall totals for a storm, well the New England coast, this morning, is the place to be. And the gusts of up to 50 mph are adding wonderful sound effects and waist-high drifts. I maneuvered my way out to the garage earlier to gather some kindling to start the woodstove and had to wade the snow drift at the back door. I'm glad I got the snowblower out yesterday afternoon and ran it up and down the driveway a few times. It'll make tomorrows' work a bit easier... I hope. Until then, I'll watch the storm peter out from this side of the window and feed the stove.
Friday, February 8, 2013
In 1978 I remember seeing the front page of the Boston Globe with cars stranded all along Rt. 128, caught in waves of snow. Hundreds spent the night in their cars. It was a horror show. I don't expect to spend the night sleeping in my car tonight, but we are readying for anywheres between 1-2 feet of snow, blizzard conditions, with periods of whiteouts. Oh, and close to hurricane winds. It's going to snow all day today and most of Saturday, ending in the evening. Just another winter weekend in Maine. The WORD for today is WHITE... can you say that? I know you can.
I'll catch you on the other side.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
A friend's back porch, that I pass each day, has this old sled propped against the wall. She tells me its been passed down through her family for generations and that her grandmother once rode it down snow covered hills in the area. It reminds me so much of the iconic Flexible Flyer sled invented in 1889 by Samuel Leeds Allen. He owned a farm equipment company out of Philadelphia, added the sled to his hardware line and hit it big. Lots of companies attempted to copy the steel-runner designed sled, including the made-in-Maine "Speedway". I had one passed down from my Uncle Leonard, and it was the biggest, and fastest on our neighborhood hills, whether I was flat on my belly or sitting up with my feet propped on the steering device with buddies sitting behind me. By the way, the Flyer, King of the Sleds, still lives today. It is manufactured by Paricon LLC out of South Paris, Maine. It's kind of ironic too, because my Mom's family, including my uncle lived, for many years, in South Paris.
I guess you could say; it's all downhill from here!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Even the oldest of trees can bud new branches. Forty years ago, I was officially hired at my place of work and have been there ever since. Never wavered? I truly can't say that, but in the big pictured of things, I've loved my 'long distance run'. Heck, these days 20 years can be a long run. I've been asked lately, by many, how I did it, and my refrain has been the same. Find what you love, welcome the sun each day, immerse yourself in learning, fear no change, and always welcome new branches. Any strong, growing tree has all these attributes and lives its life with vigor. Now, let's see. Forty more? Are you kidding me?
This horsie is getting ready for the pasture!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Anyone looking for a house in rural Maine?
Monday, February 4, 2013
Here's another house that's been vacant for well over twenty-five years. This place looks a lot more worse for wear than yesterday's house. Someone mentioned it in a comment that they wondered what the critter situation might be in these places. I thought of that too. This one looks a little strange too, without a chimney in evidence, but for some reason I don't think Santa's going to be in a quandary on this roof ever again.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
She'd say, "Nothing else interests you on this menu? Come on." My refrain was always the same, "Nope." Drove her crazy!
Love tunafish; always will!