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(The shovel's just inside the door)
(The shovel's just inside the door)
Why would anybody build a house in Maine with two -- count them, two -- roofs slanting so that they collect the snow and then slide it right off in front of the door?
We got maybe a foot of snow today, but I came home to about two and a half feet of it between me and the door. And, yeah, the snow shovel.
Ah, well. It's gonna look beautiful tomorrow when the sun is out. Hope so, anyway, because I'm heading up to Kingfield to cover the annual town meeting at 9 a.m. and then down to Industry for an ice fishing tournament.
The ice fishing folks are probably unhappy -- this is wet stuff and it's going to make it tough to clear the ice, drill holes and get set up. They're counting on 300 to 400 fishermen, with the proceeds going for upkeep on the town beach. Fortunately, it's a two-day event, so, even if Saturday isn't too good, by Sunday they should be okay.
The town meeting folks are probably just fine. The place is about 25 miles north of here, just into the mountains. My guess is there will be a lot of snowmobiles parked outside the school.
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Two shovels. One next to the door, one in the car (not a bad idea anyhow.
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Well, yes, but the kind of shovel you carry in the car is good for an emergency where the other choice is your hands. Even if I had one of these -- and I probably should -- I'd probably find it more practical to step through the crud and get the big shovel from behind the door. (Oh, and the rest of the snow came down Saturday. Same effect, only heavier and wetter.)
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