A blog from Maine

I was sitting at the Maine computer wishing I had
my w:bloggar software and it suddenly hit me, the
Belltower News is based on the Blogger server.

I just wanted to mention that there is still a
few feet of snow in the back yard here, the lake
is still frozen and the eggs are dyed and ready
to hide.

After lunch, we all watched a mature Bald Eagle
circling above the house. What a magnificent site.
Perhaps not to fish or fowl, but to creatures a
tad too large for its talons, certainly worth a
crick in the neck to watch.

Not finished with Bryson's book yet. It's just
too full and rich to take all at once. Also, the
older I get the quicker my brain overflows. A
review will come, as promised.
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Okay, it is the fourth day of Spring

I thought my annoyance by the snow had passed
because, after all, it is the fourth day of SPRING!!!!

But noooOoooo! I get out of bed this morning, open
the shade and, Waaaaah! Again my car is covered with
SNOW!!!!
I'm going to Maine to get away from all of this!
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A very tired Tuesday

With the family away, it seems to be much easier to be tired.
Perhaps it's because I know I will not be sent out on errands,
or have to respond somewhere on a rescue mission. I can just
sit in front of the set and not study for a very important, from
an employment prospective, test.

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What was the name of that song?

Two absolutly valueless bits of information
haunted me for most of the day. The main
reason it haunted me was because I couldn't
find the answer at either Google or Yahoo! search
engines.

So, in case you ever want to know the name of
the song about New Orleans with the line:
"The air's so thick and free, it's
Like lovin' arms around me."

The name of the song is Border of the Quarter
and it's sung by Leon Redbone in his Red to Blue
CD.
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When will the weather stop being my point of focus?

Probably when the grass is as high
as an elephant's eye.
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Spring is a day and a half away

And there is still snow in my back yard.
Worse than that, snow is predicted for
tomorrow night.
You may have noticed many, if not most,
of the most recent blogs have been related
to this bloody snow.

This could be because I have had about
enough of the dismal stuff. I just can't
wait to start complaining about the
damn mosquitoes!
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NO MO SNO

Someone has taken to writing "NO MO SNO" on the windshields in the local shopping mall lot.
I can't say I disagree with the sentiment. This is New England, we do get snow and should
learn to live with it much the same way the people in Florida have learned to leave with
hurricanes, and the people in Kansas have learned to live with tornadoes and the people
in California have learned to live with mudslides and earthquakes.

But...

Out of the the ten or twelve years I've lived in New England, this has got to have been the
whitest. In the last two months, I don't recall a day when my back yard was not covered
with snow.

"NO MO SNO" Perhaps we'll see more of that sentiment before March is done with us.

My Brother in Law. If you see him on Martha's Vineyard, stop him and say hello. 

As days off go, so far so good.

Just as I wrote the heading to this entry the Scot in me said,
"Bloody fool, you just jinxed the rest of the day."
Right after that my boss called to tell me my review was approved
and I'm getting a raise. So much for the Scot in me.

Perhaps I should listen more to my adventurous English side.
Then again, if I listen too hard I may get the urge to invade
a country and incorporate it into the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts.

Perhaps it's a good thing to have a little dour Scot in you to
curb the enthusiasm.

A Bright and Sunny Sunday.

This morning I was reading about the potential drought that will
hit London this Spring. Then I looked out of the window, down the
driveway at the three foot high walls of snow on either side.

I wondered what the London people would do to have three foot
high walls of snow lining their streets and filling the parks.

Having lived in big cities, I know they'd do nothing but complain.
When you live in the countryside, you look at that snow and wonder
how much it will charge the local underground aquifer, and how
that will effect the look of things in the Spring, and the availability
of water in the Summer.

Then you come back to today and wonder how the snow predicted for
the next few days will effect the ride into work. We are not farmers, we
are just city-folk living in the country.

I am reading an enchanting book at the moment. I will review it in the
next blog. Now it's off to teach on Sunday morning.
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