Miss Marple said we are all alloted three score and ten years, and like Miss Marple I shall soon be overdrawn.
Now, having lived 70 years, I will use this blog to record my observations and try to answer the question, "Is the hokey-pokey really what it's all about?
Friday, February 14, 2014
The south has been has been
overwhelmed by Snowmageddon. Two inches
brought traffic to a standstill – people abandoning their cars – families were separated
and the routine of normal life interrupted.
In the Carolinas three to
four inches of something resembling snow (the suspicion is that the military,
on the orders of President Obama, is experimenting with a new weather weapon)
caused traffic crashes, stranded people in their cars for hours, and sent the
fundamentalist Christians streaming to church to plead with God to forgive them
for not opposing homosexuality more stridently.
Up here in western Maine I watch the TV
weather with fascination. Any snow that
I can measure with my dick I don’t consider as a storm of note. I
don’t even bother to clear my driveway if the snowfall is less than four
inches. It is not until I hear that mystical word Noreaster that I get the least
A Noreaster occurs when a low
pressure system skirts the southern coast of Maine
and the counterclockwise rotation of the low pulls moisture from the Gulf of Maine and drives it across the state
with high winds coming out of the north east.
A Noreaster came through
yesterday dropping about sixteen inches of snow here in western Maine by eight-o-clock
this morning. It took me three hours
with the snow blower, the shovel and the roof rake to finally dig out from the
The problem with this storm
was that the temperature rose to thirty-two degrees making the snow thick and
heavy to move. Being in my
mid-seventies I was pretty much exhausted by the time I got the area
secured. However, a pizza, two glasses of wine and a
short nap – along with a BC powder when I got up has the Ol’Buzzard back flapping
his wings again.
We are pretty comfortable
with snow storms up here in Maine. It is the ice storms that take out power
lines that most people fear. Having
lived much of our married life in the wilderness, my wife and I have prepared our
cabin for all contingencies. Loss of power, to us, is an inconvenience but
no big deal.
Needs a new mantle.
Gas lamp upper right.
We have propane gas lamps
mounted in the living room and kitchen; we have a wood stove for heat, a gas range in the kitchen and we keep six gallons of water stored in the
bathroom cupboard to flush the toilet.
When we hear an ice storm in imminent we break out the flashlights, put
oil in the oil lamp, check our firewood supply and kick back for a time of reading
and playing games.
And we still have our solstice tree to brighten the dark and dreary winter days. We will take it down at the Spring equinox.