Okay, so this is the 2nd time I've broken my vow not to blog about the weather (maybe the third, but who’s counting?). This week has been FREEEEZZING! I will try to give this blog a point, instead of just ranting about how my teeth ache when I walk outside, or about the anxiety I feel, knowing that in 30 minutes I am going to have to turn the corner onto Temple Street and get socked by hurricane force winds emanating off of the Atlantic.
Oh and now I live with the heat-miser, more like the heat nazi, “No heat for you!”. Last night I dare put the heat up to 64 in our bedroom and the Heat-miser came in and practically suffered a heat stroke. “I can’t breathe”, “I wake up at night sweating”, he complained.
So maybe he’s officially a “Mainer” and I am not. I still fear the cold; Mainers bask in it. They don’t complain about snow, they pray for it. (I literally received an e-mail from a co-worker whom I had never met, signed “Praying for snow, then his name”.) Mainers dig weather, all types of weather – and they have the gear for it (have you ever browsed an LL Bean catalog?). Even this week with temperatures at -2, I saw people biking (yes, cycling) to work in the morning. Sure they were bundled up, but I was driving to work in a 80 m.p.h. sauna all week; the heat was blasting at 90 degrees for an hour, I just need to install cedar wood on the interior and put a few eucalyptus springs in the passenger seat and I’m set! I digress.
Anyway, it’s like someone forgot to tell Mainers that cold weather stinks. Shaun and Jermaine took the kids out snowmobiling in zero degree weather and no one even seemed to realize that it was cold. Ice fishing (aka beer drinking on ice) is popular here, people set up little huts in the middle of a frozen lake and drill a hole in the ice and then just sit their for hours waiting for a buzz, er, I mean bite. Another time, the boys took the kids snowmobiling on a lake in NH where there were planes landing and people’s cars parked – people were barbequing and having a party out there on a frozen lake in the middle of February!
Also, shorts never seem to go out of season for Mainers. Yes, Mainers wear shorts in below freezing temperatures. I’ve seen it on numerous occasions with my own two eyes. This isn’t an urban legend, this is for real. We had to laugh last month when we picked up Sylvia and Ariel at the airport. They looked like two little Eskimos all bundled up to their eyeballs with fur around their hoods, but that’s what I call sensible, temperature-appropriate attire. Shorts at 20 degrees is wrong.