More snow, huh? I wondered when it would start feeling like winter around here. During this last storm I had the opportunity to sit on the porch with my dad. We remarked about the engulfing stillness of the night brought about by the large flakes that filled the air as they fell so effortlessly to the ground.
I usually make time to visit with my folks at least once a week or so but that trip was one of purpose. I showed up at their house with a questioning smile and six or so empty jugs. Turns out that despite my best efforts of staying up all hours of the night washing laundry in an attempt to not let the water freeze, it did anyway. And let me tell you, if you haven't yet had the pleasure of frozen pipes, it's no cake walk.
The first trip to fill jugs was enough to water the goats, pigs, chickens, cats and dogs, phew! So the next trip for water was across the road to Amber's; that's one way to visit family. However the water filled much slower there so I will probably not bother her for water again. So with toilets flushed and reserve water at the ready then begins the tedious task of locating and thawing the problem. This job is left for the Hubby and sadly enough, he's had ample experience with such things. With a bit of Yankee Ingenuity and some help from a friend, the water crisis was eventually resolved. So, water is running again, snow is still falling, on to fix the plow truck. Just gotta love winters in Maine, if this life we lead isn't character building than I don't know what is.
I enjoy visiting the BRTP a.k.a."the Newry Corner." I find myself stopping there even if I don't have anything to buy. It provides a local meeting place for a town otherwise spread far and wide. Plus I can usually catch up on the comings and goings of the neighbors even if they are too reluctant to let me tell you about it. I'm wearing them down, I just know it. Ever walk into a room and have everyone stop talking? Ya, I get that. I resolve to crack a few tough shells in order to write about more that just me.
As a matter of fact I ran into Scott Berry there this week. I hadn't realized the extent of his woodworking capabilities. He had just been out in his shop that morning and had made "billy clubs." My curiosity was piqued as he explained that they are a safe alternative to carrying a gun, but I reminded him that I had three children. It would turn from "self-defense" to "attack and smack" as soon as Mommy's back was turned. He has a great wood lathe at his disposal in addition to the portable sawmill. With these he has made quite a few tables and other items. He also does custom work and doesn't shy away from a challenge so if anyone is shopping for a new rustic piece, give Scott a call.
Bill Brooke hiked Speck two weeks ago, on a Sunday and as I am just finding this out, so too are you. He stopped in for coffee at his brother's before the hike rather than after but since I heard of his trip from his wife, I think that it is safe to assume that he has made it back home just fine. No doubt training for some triathlon or other event that requires abundant physical exertion -- he puts me to shame. Kuddo's to you Uncle Bill!
Have a wonderful week and be sure to bend with your knees rather than from the back when shoveling!
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