Today -- flood watch --

[kinzel]

Yep,
an ordinary mud-time warning for Maine after a strange winter:
floodwatch on the Kennebec River... caused by an ice jam.

Meanwhile, the view from here this morning after I took the trash out:





and while fiddling in the camera I found that I had one more photo from COSine....




Carrie Vaughn talking with Wil McCarthy in the lobby... as with any fannish or sfictional event,
note the books....

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[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

"Snow, snow, snooooooowww..."

That was supposed to evoke Danny Kaye & Bing Crosby & Rosemary Clooney & Vera-Ellen. That being said, how much shoveling have you had to suffer thru so far this winter?

[kinzel.livejournal.com]

Surely you jest...

or if not, you may not have been following along at home. In any case, this has been a very, very, verly light winter in terms of shoveling -- I had to clean the deck comepletely about five or six times, but otherwise it's been a matter of cleaning the steps a few times.

Understand that we don't shovel our driveway; the plow guy comes in to do that. In general we can get out even before he comes in to plow but this year I don't think we've had any storms of over a foot.

In case the plow guy gets snowed out (or is off on a snowmobile trip) we have a Lewiston Scoop we inherited from a friend who moved to your part of the country -- it's a wooden snow scoop with a metal front edge -- that moves a lot of snow with the shoveling motion -- it's one of the the original of what's now a common thing in palstic... but ours is probably 40 years old...

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had been jesting... A few days ago, I had called my mom, who lives in Quebec City and she was telling me how it had been snowing again and again and again over there, so I figured it hadn't been that different where you live. All this reminds me how little I miss snow. Pretty to look at, but... My favorite (not) part of winter was using our mini-snowblower to clean up our big yard and, just as I was finally done, the city's plow would come by and shove one hundred pound of the stuff back into our yard. Grumblegrumble...