Signs of spring are everywhere in Boston. Maine, on the other hand?
Still winter. In a C.S. Lewis’s White Witch, spring-will-never-come-as-long-as-my-frosty-heart-still-beats kind of way.
This is winter like I’ve never seen winter. I saw a body of water so solidly frozen that not only were people out on it ice-fishing, but they could safely drive their TRUCKS out onto the ice to get there. In mid-March.
Nevertheless, Maine is where I spent last weekend, having a fantastic time with friends.
And a friend’s dog.
Much fun was had, including stumbling into a wee yarn shop completely by accident (honest! We were shopping for souvenirs and oops - There it was! Yarn). I escaped with my credit card unscathed, though I almost convinced myself that I was fated to find that shop and who was I to deny fate.
We also saw the world’s largest snow woman.
Because I’m essentially a twelve-year-old boy at heart, the first question I asked when I heard about the snow woman was whether she had snowboobs. As you can see, the answer – sadly – is no. But you can still tell she’s a snow woman because she has eyelashes. Made out of skis.
The snow woman was built layer by layer, with volunteers shoveling and packing snow down into successively higher metal rings. As supporters of the communal snow woman effort, a lot of the local businesses have miniature snow woman displays out front.
And many of these snow women do have snowboobs, so I really think the snow woman engineers missed an opportunity there.
As if *that* wasn’t enough excitement, I also found the world’s best souvenir t-shirt.
Because everyone knows Drinking + Weaponry = Big Fun.
I even had time to finish up a little something…