I’m feeling kind of deceived. The first week I was here…no snow. Not even particularly cold. A wee bit chilly, but really just “I suppose I do need a coat” kind of cold, not so much “afraid I’m going to lose a toe” kind of cold. It was even sunny – blindingly, glaringly sunny – so sunny I regretted not packing a decent pair of sunglasses. WELL THE JOKE IS ON ME. Goddamnit Maine. Knock it off.
Today is Day Five of snow. I don’t mind the constant brushing off of the car, but I’m getting a little sick of the green wellington boots. They were fun on the first couple of days – how very Maine! – but now I would like to go back to normal shoes please. If this snow keeps up there will need to be a purchase made of an entire Wellington Boot Outfit, a la the gear that fly fishermen wear, in rubber up to the armpits. I will struggle along to school like the jolly green giant.
Yesterday was spent in a town about an hour north of here. I’d heard that the snow is always worse inland, that Portland benefits from its proximity to water, but holy crap, they’re not kidding. The pine trees off I-295 were laden with snow, and when we pulled off the highway and drove into town it was amazing to see houses with snow almost up to the window ledges, the only blot on the landscape being the single path carved from the driveway to the front door.
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