Apparently I’m Not a New Englander…

February 8, 2013 at 11:31 am | Posted in Around Boston, Pregnancy Fun Time | 4 Comments
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As I sit here watching the weather report (Read: emotionally preparing for impending doom), seeing the first signs of Blizzard Nemo (Bugging Andrew to come home early – pretty please – this is a dangerous fish!) and reading friends’ Facebook statuses about the joy of snowstorms (Bring it on?  No thank you – please keep it away!), I’ve come to realize something: I can’t be a New Englander! 

Despite our reputation for a chilly demeanor, I think there’s also a certain degree of machismo around winter weather in the Northeast, something like “stormchismo.”  We buy out the region’s supply of bread, milk, bottled water and, for some reason, Pop Tarts (ick); we stock up on flashlights and batteries (why did I buy 24 AAA batteries at Home Depot?  When will I ever use 24 AAA batteries???); we watch the weather reports and poke fun at those folks who worry with choruses of “We live in New England – get used to it!” and “Finally, a little snow!”

I'd probably be at home worrying...

I’d probably be at home worrying…

But not me.  I’m angsty about this storm, I’m fearful that we will lose power, and I’m already dreading the cleanup and dealing with the 24”+ inches of snow that will surely remain with us for days or weeks to come.  What gives? 

Sure, I could blame this on my pregnancy-induced proclivity to worry, but we all know I was a worrier before getting preggers and I’ll be a worrier after, too (less than 30 days left until we meet Baby L-ski!  Huzzah!).  That said, I used to love being home watching the snow, snuggled up with a cocoa and blanket.  And even though I’ve been in New England for most of my life, I was born and raised in Colorado – weather like this is something I’ve always known – no excuse there.  And it’s not like I have to commute in this – my boss is delightfully flexible about letting me WFH (that’s “work from home,” for those not in the know) during inclement weather. 

So what’s my excuse?  What’s the problem?  Is there hope for me or am I doomed to be a lesser Masshole?

And is it time to panic yet? 

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Frost Heaves…

March 8, 2010 at 9:10 am | Posted in Around Boston | 9 Comments
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The other day, I was driving around my town (which I lovingly refer to as the black hole of winter) and saw a sign that gave me pause.

My town may be R-rated... frost heaves abound!

My town may be R-rated... frost heaves abound!

You see, I was born in Colorado and have been in New England for double digit years, so I regard myself as fairly familiar with winter and the required frosty vocabulary. I can tell you exactly what white outs, black ice and no salt zones are. But I have never, in my nearly three decades of winters, seen a warning for “frost heaves.”

As you can probably guess, my imagination started going and before I knew it, I started picturing an illicit affair between a snow drift and a slippery sidewalk. As the tension grows between the two (who are unable to get a moment alone away from the prying eyes of the roof’s icicles and the roadway’s black ice), the sidewalk’s frost heaves in anticipation as the wind pushes the snow drift closer and closer… nearly close enough to feel each other’s cool touch…

Okay, clearly I need to get out more (although I blame my bloggier half, April, who designates every February as romance novel month for our book club. I may never look at wheelchairs or cats the same way again! Don’t ask…).

Anyway, I did pull myself out of my natural wonders romance scenario long enough to get the facts. According to Wikipedia, “frost heave is the process by which the freezing of water-saturated soil causes the deformation and upward thrust of the ground surface.”

I get it, it makes sense, but I still think the term sounds better as a “romantical” innuendo.

Wishing you fulfilling frost heaves until spring comes to stay,
Sarah

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