Feverishly drooling with anticipation, local weather prognosticators have been warning us up here in Southern Maine that citizens must stock up with everything needed for a long, long wait for the power to be restored after the "Ice Event of the Year," a storm so horrible that it could "rival the Great Ice Storm of '98!"
I guess they have promote fear to get ratings, but really - up here, natives don't listen to such crap. And by the way, just when they predicted that the storm would be "winding down," nothing has been wound up yet.
This is the view from our front window, Babe stares at nothing happening as Kathy browses the Internet, since we still have power.
I tried to ride yesterday, but the temperature was right at freezing, and the roads were a bit slick. But Christmas Day is supposed to be merry and bright - and cold. I'll try to ride then.
I don't know where this is, but I certainly agree with the tree seller's sign. I still say "Merry Christmas," and some people return the greeting, others reply, "Happy Holiday's," and a few say nothing at all.
Do the politically fearfully exchange "holiday presents," feast on a "holiday ham or turkey," and wait until July to take down their "holiday lights?"