You know that snow-turned -to -rain I mentioned yesterday? We didn't get more than three blocks yesterday before the predicted blizzard arrived in force. We could barely see where we were going. Agreement all round that we should abandon trip into city, haircuts (boohoo) and all that for a hike to the grocery store for supplies and a whiteout hike back home. Before you knew it another foot of snow had accumulated. Now normally this would be nothing in Maine, you plow, you shovel, and you're good to go. But here, I swear, entire streets are lined with cars that have not moved since last week, I mean two, three feet under buried. Streets a slushy mess a foot deep, and sidewalks, well, let's just say there are those with a sense of civic duty and those without.

So, as it turns out, the folks headed the other way on the highway Tuesday may have been onto something. I dug the car out yesterday, and am headed out again later to do the same again, even though the thing won't move til tomorrow.

As a person who has spent the last 16 years of her life in a fairly snowy state, this whole non approach to dealing with snow blows my mind. As Lexy sez, and she may be onto something here, the general city wide attitude seems to be "phoque it. I don't want to go to work anyway." And I'm wondering if this recalcitrant mess isn't a perfect metaphor for the bitterness sweeping the country.

time to shovel.