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judecorpThis weather is a big fat bummer. Don't get me wrong, I'm /psyched/ that there is less snow than they predicted, and I'm psyched that it's fairly warm (and therefore will melt quickly, I hope), but this snowstorm in the middle of my self-proclaimed springtime is the pits.
Yesterday it was 53 degrees and sunny, and I opened the windows for a short time when I was home resting. Today everything is covered in white nastiness again, and I almost feel like it erases all of the springy goodness we've had so far. Almost. I'm holding onto the memory of that sunshine as hard as I can.
This sort of weather bastardization is not at all uncommon where I grew up, which leads me to question: Why am I moving back again? *grin* At least it (*knock on wood*) won't be a repetition of the Memorial Day snowstorm I remember from my first foray into northern Maine. I will never, under any circumstances, live in Maine again. And I will only visit in late spring, summer, and early fall. I have spoken.
And now I shall go on a home visit. Wheeeee!
Yesterday it was 53 degrees and sunny, and I opened the windows for a short time when I was home resting. Today everything is covered in white nastiness again, and I almost feel like it erases all of the springy goodness we've had so far. Almost. I'm holding onto the memory of that sunshine as hard as I can.
This sort of weather bastardization is not at all uncommon where I grew up, which leads me to question: Why am I moving back again? *grin* At least it (*knock on wood*) won't be a repetition of the Memorial Day snowstorm I remember from my first foray into northern Maine. I will never, under any circumstances, live in Maine again. And I will only visit in late spring, summer, and early fall. I have spoken.
And now I shall go on a home visit. Wheeeee!
