Saturday, March 21, 2015

Because it's Maine

It was snowing on my drive home tonight. Why is this, when according to all my criteria, Spring has arrived in Maine? Kids are jumping on the trampoline. (It required some hands on snow removal for that to happen, but so what?)





The Spring Equinox is yesterday on the calendar. The temperature has briefly hit 50 degrees. I have smelled a skunk. I have run the mud gauntlet on our road.





In other states this would add up to Spring. So, why was it snowing on my drive home tonight? It's a simple reason:
This is Maine. The way LIFE should be.....not necessarily the weather.


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Friday, March 13, 2015

Imprinting On Film

I walked into the house this afternoon just as Westley was declaring to Buttercup in the Fire Swamp that he did not believe The Rodents Of Unusual Size exist. While Tell and Atira continued to watchThe Princess Bride, I was unable to stem the flow of the scene's dialogue as it rolled off my tongue almost word for word. I almost instantly missed Beth Boyden sitting beside me as we recited the characters' lines in unison. Our high school years clearly involved far too much time watching this film. Between the two us we could recite nearly every scene. It was time well wasted.

Unable to stop blurting out the script, I had to remove myself from the living room to allow the kids to watch their movie in peace.

After I left I began thinking how some movies are singularly imprinted with certain people or events in our life.

The Man From Snowy River: in my childhood home, the moment I decided I was going to go to Australia someday

Pee-Wee's Big Adventure:
many New Year's Eves in Eastport

Star Wars: housesitting for the Redlons and finally being able to watch it a decade after its release

Dances With Wolves: only slightly shocked with Mishe as EDC commented on the quality of Kevin Costner's bare backside

The Scarlet Pimpernel: thanks to Amy Shields, a perfect Saturday afternoon spent with my WOL Aussie mob in Wiseman's Ferry. The love of the movie lingers on

Aladdin: in Australia laughing with Jim and our generous friend, Cindy Kruss, whom we will not see again this side of heaven

The Hobbit: getting through 2/3 of the 3-D flick with Jim, Deb and Don before realizing that my glasses were missing a lens. That last third was SO much better!

So many movies, in so many situations with so many people...What causes certain memories to be cemented and others forgotten? Memory is an interesting thing. I'm thankful for it.







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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A Normal Person Would Say...

It's been a long time away and tough to get back into the habit of posting to my blog so I'll start with a quick insight into the lovable oddness of Nolan. This morning, while sitting at the dining table, Jim and I heard Nolan talking to, presumably, himself in the living room. Not surprising. Jim is always muttering to himself and genes have a tendency to be passed along to the next generation. When Nolan entered the room, I asked my rhetorical "Who were you talking to?" question, expecting the normal response of "myself". Instead I was told, "My bandaid." If you know Nolan, you're chuckling. I love that weird kid.


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