Winter in Maine

I am not a fan of winter. Like most people I want a White Christmas. I think that the first snow is pretty and after a wet sticky snow the trees do look very picturesque. Living on a street that the snowplow goes down when every other street in town has been plowed twice is not so bad, after all we knew it was a quiet street when we moved here, and the snow on the street constantly from December to when it melts by natural causes does keep the limited traffic moving slowly.

What I do get tired of is ice everywhere I go, Having to walk like a duck for weeks on end gets old very fast. My children walk, run, and slide on the ice, it makes me jealous of being young. Never graceful, ask my junior high basketball coach, I now find myself finding ways to fall down that would make me laugh were I not so embarrassed.

Mostly though I hate the cold. 14 degrees outside at noon on a Sunday. I really think there is no need of this. My house, exhibiting again that more insulation is called for, makes the living room into an ice box and the furnace seems to be working in coordination with our trusty heating oil company to make sure that I have no discretionary income left.

The only thing worse that the cold in Maine right now would be if you were one of those lucky souls who decided to vacation in Florida last week to get a warm weather break to your winter. How would you have liked to have planned a trip to Orlando last week only to see temperatures in the Land of Mickey in the thirties during the day. The Weather Channel advising of sleet falling on Main Street USA. Unbelievable. Cold here is bad and I for one am tired of it. If I planned a vacation and the cold followed me to Florida my kids would make a fortune with the swear jar.

So I guess I should thank the oil company for eliminating that discretionary income and the potential stress of a trip South.