A New Year, A New Sort of Adventure
01 January 2017 | Bethel, Maine
Elizabeth
(Photo of Mom, Ed and Luna December 23)
Living in Maine isn't all that different from living on a sailboat.
We gear everything in our lives to the weather. We look at it daily to determine how much, how often and from which direction. We don't go outside without doing a check or at the very least seeing how cold it is. We talk to others we see in the village, in the neighborhood or at the post office about the weather. "Sure is cold out today!" "Yup, supposed to get even colder tonight". "Really? I mean, is that even possible?" "Yup, snow's coming day after tomorrow?" "Are you sure? Didn't we just get a lot of it?" "Yup, might be gettin' some more." That is when we stop believing we are still living like sailors. OK, we still look at the weather maps and make our predictions but we really aren't used to the snow. Don't get me wrong, I love snow. I don't mind the cold if I'm dressed properly. And I haven't got cabin fever as of yet. I never got it on the boat either. There's always a project to do, a book to be read, a blog to be written or a special person to reach out to. Nothing very different in this regard. But still, it's quite the initiation for us, becoming land dwellers in July with two snow storms upon us before the end of December. Like sailors, we adjust, adjust, adjust and then try to enjoy whatever it is we've adjusted to. Not very different, not really. Well, it is slightly colder than living in the tropics. There is that.