Ladies and gents: On the left is the Penobscot River on Saturday afternoon. 21 degrees and frozen solid. not even the Coast Guard ice cutter is anywhere to be seen.
On the right, the Conch Key where I had lunch Tuesday afternoon. 70 degrees. palm trees swaying. sounds of waves lapping beach.
I do have the right to be depressed, don't I?
And ladies and gentlemen, if you needed further evidence to convince you, a Nor'Easter is headed straight at me = bearing down on Maine and expected to dump up to 18 inches of snow on my head.
This is how I know it is really going to be bad: When The Weather Channel does its forecasts, the dear weather people stand RIGHT IN FRONT OF MAINE! It's like this lovely state doesn't even exist. Oh, yeah, they show the fronts and the highs and the lows headed in our direction. But we never get to seem them actually get here because some big haired meteorologist has her beehive in the way. BUT WAIT! At least one Weather Channel forecaster has already flown here and is camped out in our state capital Augusta to be able to show the rest of the world how horrible it will be - including those people who will be sitting in MY PLACE on that beautiful beach side deck, drinking MY Rumrunner, and eating MY seasoned fries and crab cake.
How dare they.
4 comments:
See you always know your in trouble when Jim Cantori shows up in your town. Either it's a hurricane, tornado or a mean assed cold snap.
So what time does our plane leave? I'm up for a rumrunner.
The weather channel is so boring here in our
corner of Texas we only tune in to see the
disaster specials about your part or the country.
a foot on the ground and it's still coming down. This sucks.
Just say to yourself..."Rumrunners, fries and crabcakes are LOADED with carbs!" Say it over and over and over again. Then say to yourself..."Shivering uncontrollably burns calories!"
I'll be home in a couple of weeks (Please GOD?) you can come and visit me!
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