This morning the girls and I met Jason for breakfast at the Palace Diner in Biddeford. It was excellent, as usual! After Jason left I met a couple guys my age and enjoyed a conversation about iPhones and education (they both had iPhones and one was a local elementary school principal).
Today was a snow day, so I went out in the snow. The girls and I met Jason Gendron at Cape Neddick Light. The precipitation was coming down very hard and was a wintry mix of snow and rain. Horrible stuff. Turning to face the lighthouse was nearly impossible without getting the lens all wet.
I LOVE winter. In winter the air is crisp and the driving fun. One reason I love winter is because I love snow. It’s great. It’s cold and beautiful.
I grew up in Alaska so these Maine winters don’t really bother me. As I said, I actually like them which makes most other Mainers scratch their heads and give me quizzical looks. Kirsten and I agree that the winters here are far more agreeable than those we experienced in Kansas.
I think it’s important to have balance in our lives. Winter balances summer nicely. People in Maine are adventurous and active partly because most activities are seasonal. The anticipation heightens the experience.
I don’t like snow because it’s cold. If snow weren’t cold I would like it and play in it more.
Sometimes I go out because I can trust that I can ignore the cold. I go in when I’m too tired or if I can’t ignore the cold anymore.
I think snow is beautiful.
I can’t make snow forts because the snow is too soft. In Kansas, where we used to live, the snow was hard and we made a humongous snow fort. It was fun.
When I grow older I’ll probably get used to it. I never make snow angels or snow balls. That means I never have snow ball fights.
Last Thursday and Friday we had an ice storm. I believe these events are colloquially and legally referred to as “acts of god”. I’ll save my diatribe about why the monster capable of these acts isn’t deserving of worship for another post on another blog.
Kirsten and I were up most of the night. The girls, of course, never heard a thing. At one point our bedroom was filled with light when a nearby power line was ripped from its pole. A bit later I was wakened when a large branch smashed into the house just feet from where I lay sleeping. All night we hard trees crashing like popcorn popping.
In the early morning, when it was still dark outside, our landlady came up to inform us of the large hole in the back of Kirsten’s car. :(
Turnout for the meetup was excellent. I met some really great people and reconnected with old friends. Some people took pictures but I mostly talked, which is fine with me. The weather was perfect for the occasion. The snow flakes were large and coming down quite steadily. The girls had fun playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at me.
Jenna’s backpack has holes in the bottom through which even the largest object can apparently disappear. It was time for a new one. Kirsten and I drove to Freeport soon after the bus picked up the girls. It was a fun morning at one of our favorite stores. We purchased the new backpack at a significant discount at the Outlet Store. A kind woman, Gina, was nice enough to break with policy and cut out the old monogram. Otherwise, Jenna would have had to be known simply as “Kristi”. The hour we were told it would take to pick out the old monogram and stitch in “Jenna” only lasted fifteen minutes. Kirsten and I talked while we roamed around the L. L. Bean campus and played with the oh-so-innovative snowball makers.
Jenna loves her new backpack. She gave us huge hugs and thanked us profusely.
In the vestibule of the main store there was a large “replica” of Portland Head Light made out of gingerbread and other delicious-looking candies and sweets. They also had a backdrop for photography they do on Saturdays and Sundays. I had Kirsten pose in front of the winter scene. When the girls got home I showed them the image in the camera and told them we drove a long way to be in the snow. They were quite suprised. The looks on their faces were priceless. Skye was sure I had Photoshopped in the background until I reminded her the pictures were still in the camera. :)
Yesterday Kirsten “called out” so we could spend the day as a family. I’m glad she did. Our work and school schedules rarely allow for us to be together during the day. And the day was absolutely gorgeous. Fleece weather, my favorite. We brought the cameras along.
Kirsten made a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs with cheese, toast, grits, bacon, orange juice and coffee. How lucky am I?!? Jenna read to us the book, “Fairly Stupid Tales”, which is hilarious, especially the way she reads it. At different parts she is quiet, loud, fast, slow, and inflects her voice where appropriate. It was great fun to listen to, and watch, her read this super silly story.
After breakfast we all went to church. Kirsten hasn’t had many experiences with church outside of Mormonism and I really wanted her to see how religion is done right. Hayley and Skye went to Sunday School after the children’s sermon and Jenna stayed with us up on the balcony. It was nice to be alone with her for a short time. Kirsten enjoyed the experience, as did I.
An Atheist and the UCC – Oct. 3, 2008
Skye didn’t have to twist my arm too much to get me to take the family to Portland Head Light. I’m so glad it is becoming one of their favorite places, too.
We did a family photo then shots of the girls together and individually before releasing them to go play on the rocks. Kirsten and I enjoyed each other’s company as we talked, watched the girls play, and relished being Mainers.
I always tell the girls, “just one more”, while we’re doing a shoot. It’s never just one more. It’s become a running joke. After every shot I told them, “just one more”, and by the time I took this they were all in stitches.
My first trip to Maine was a stopover in Bangor on the way to England. We were dragging across the pond a couple of F-16 fighter aircraft the Belgians had recently purchased. The Maineiacs of the 101st ARW were very good to us. I noticed their sticker on the flagpole at Fort Williams State Park a while ago and have been meaning to take a picture of it ever since.
To get their picture walking back to the car I repeatedly told the girls to “freeze!”. Skye seems to have overacted just a bit. :)
The girls always love going to the Children’s Museum of Maine. And, since we have an annual pass, we go whenever they ask. They played for a long time as Kirsten and I talked and flirted with each other. They enjoyed themselves so much they didn’t even get to the second floor by the time we had to leave.
I hadn’t eaten since breakfast so Kirsten made me one of my favorite meals, a Reuben sandwich. It was wonderful!
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