No Maine author stepped up
this year, I know there are plenty of people involved in the writing and
publishing industry in that awesome and beautiful state so, here’s a request
for next year, use the contact info on this blog to claim the spot!
Anyway, when I can’t fill
a state spot, I find something of interest from that state and let everyone
know. Here’s a piece from a past
contributor at Fifty Authors from Fifty States blog for Maine. Just stop by Beverly’s site and blog to find
out more and enjoy this reposted read from her blog!
Reposted
from March 1, 2015 by Beverly Breton Carroll blog: http://www.everyotherminute.com/ or link to her work here: http://www.beverlybreton.com/index.html
Once you browse her sites, you'll be so glad you stopped to learn more about Beverly's work, what her blog involves and her interesting life!
Roof raking, roof melt puck tossing,
and icicle batting are the new winter sports taking New England by, um, storm.
Or at least the first two are. Icicle batting—using a bat, broom handle,
mallet, or my particular favorite for its strength and length yet lightness, shower curtain rod to knock icicles
from the roof gutters—is more of a specialized sport, reserved for the elite
who have stalactite icicles the length of Shaq decorating the roof line.
Variations to the sport include an extra-long outdoor hose which is pulled
through the house and up the stairs where the competitor then pops out the
upper story window screens and leans out into the frigid air to spray-blast
those suckers into obliteration. None of this is to discount the more
traditional events taking place across the region, no less grueling or
daunting, of snow blowing, snow shoveling, and taking out the trash and
recycling. We’re doing it all.
New Englanders are known to be
independent and strong-willed, yet some of the best game plans instituted this
year for victory over the opponent—WINTER 2015—have been by non-natives, hardy
competitors from distant states or other countries. This is
Olympic-level competition, and every bit as multicultural. We’re Team New
England, up against snow piles registered, not in inches or even feet, but
yards. And single digit temperatures? Amateurville. We’ve reached pro status,
weathering double digit negatives on a regular basis.
This is dangerous stuff, and we’ve
got the badges of honor to prove it. We’re agonizing through tasks as simple as
pouring a cup of coffee because we wrenched our shoulder hurling pucks onto the
roof. We’re counting the minutes until we can take more analgesics and dreaming
of heating pads because we fell
while attacking the roof snow. We’re laid out flat in bed, trying not to move
or even breathe wrong, because a strong twist-and-swing with the icicle bat
threw our back into spasms.
And yet, we’re doing it. We’re okay
up here. Snow weary, yes. Bruised and achy, yes. Cabin feverish, yes. And yet.
Even this record-breaking horror-of-a-winter hasn’t broken us. Jumping into
snow banks out of those screenless second-story windows may, but until it does,
we’ve got this.
Move aside, Abominable Snowman,
although our current terrain would certainly present as the ultimate
Disney-dream fantasy for you. No, let’s all take a moment to reflect, after we
take several to catch our breath, and commemorate a different species
altogether: Indomitable Human.
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