We took the train from New York home to Maine. No Acela on Sunday morning, so we took the regional, which is fine, but a half-hour delay is your basic “on time” arrival. We transitioned to the bus, and on to Portland. It was raining just a bit –drizzle, really — in Boston, but when we boarded the bus the conductor announced that for those who were going on to Bangor, the connecting bus northward had already been canceled. This did not seem to affect anyone on the bus — at least not audibly.
Actually, the weather in Portland still seemed more miserable than stormy. We picked up the VW in the parking lot, than on to Carolyn and Peter’s, who had been keeping the Subaru in their driveway. And so, with two cars to drive home, we proceeded in tandem up the road. The weather got messier, and snowier, and slower, and Rte 27 wasn’t yet plowed.
Of course the summer tires are still on the VW, and Frank couldn’t make it up the long hill by the Edgecomb Town Hall. I turned around in the Subaru and joined him at the side of the road with our blinkers going, counting the percentage of cars that stopped to ask if they could help rather than just passing by. (About half. I LOVE Maine.) Frank called the insurance company to ask a tow (I LOVE USAA), and they said it would be an hour and a half. As we watched, a transformer blew out just ahead of us.
Frank saw no reason why we should both wait, and he wasn’t about to desert the VW, so I drove on ahead. I had some work to do before I could go home anyway — and it was only 6:00 p.m. or so even after all these adventures. I arrived at the office — to discover a tree down partially blocking the parking lot. Well, our landlord has known that tree was past-its prime for some time — now he will have to deal with it.
The weather still didn’t seem all that bad — just blowy and snowy and of course it wasn’t too cold, which means the snow was wet and heavy. Eventually I finished what I needed to do and drove home — but a line was down across Lobster Cove Road; a small grass fire was the result, and there was no way I was going to get past that and to home.
I drove back to the office, where, various phone calls later, Frank arrived. The truck had given him a tow to the top of the hill, and since Rte 27 was now plowed, once he got going it had been smooth driving all the way to Boothbay Harbor.
We both got into the Subaru, leaving the VW at the office next to the downed tree, and again tried to get home — but the firemen were still busy.
We called Denise and Chip and arrived at their home hungry, tired, and in time to watch the Steelers beat whoever it was they were playing. Go Steelers.
All that was on Sunday. Today is Tuesday. We still don’t have power at home, but courtesy of Denise and Chip we both had hot showers this morning.
I love Maine — I love having friends like Denise & Chip and Carolyn & Peter. I don’t like going home to a cold, dark house, but thanks to LL Bean we’ve got the clothes for it, and a warm kitty to snuggle up against. Things could be a lot worse.