Lobsters

sign for Maine obsters

A great weekend in Maine visiting my Aunt Trish who has lived here over 40 years and does not have US Citizenship…

Her family nickname is The Energizer Bunny.

Got a tough DIY job? Need a high speed gardener? Fancy simplifying your life by selling your clutter on Ebay? This multi-skilled human dynamo will do all that an more, super-fast, in any weather.

More New England than a New Englander!

She may be Brit to the core (has been known to smuggle pork pies back from England) but she cooks a mean lobster spaghetti, in true ‘Maine-iac’ style.

Bumper sticker blog

jane-prophet-bumper-sticker-madness

Here's to anonymity..

Bumper stickers are Very Popular with some drivers in America. It’s sort of like writing emails IN CAPITALS.

FOLLOWING A CAR LIKE THIS IT FEELS TO A BRIT AS THOUGH I’M BEING SHOUTED AT.

I can hear my Mum’s voice ‘advising’ me about the perils of wearing Very Revealing Clothes, or Too Much Perfume.

I want to counsel the bumper sticker addicts to leave something to the imagination, put your ‘bits’ away, a little mystery about who you are, please.

But then I’ve got a blog… Maybe this car is like a mobile vehicular blog, and entry every now then and suddenly there’s Too Much Information.

Town Meeting

To attend the annual Town Meeting in a small American town is to see democracy in action. It’s a real treat. So last week I showed up with my big bowl of coleslaw for the potluck supper and got comfy. I knew from last year when I went to the New London one that it could take a while.

The Meeting began after  a tasty ham and baked bean supper, courtesy of a legion of slow cooker crock pots supplied by the Newbury Beautification Committee (yes, “beautification” is a word in common use out here!).

You can only vote if you’re a resident, paying local property tax is not enough to get that precious voting slip. But being a tax payer gets me a copy of the Town Report. It is a great document: full of data, including historical facts and snippets of local lore. It’s written with the right amount of gravity and has the facts and figures that you’d expect at a budget meeting, but it makes space for wit and heart, with an evocative ‘In Recognition’ section thats pays respect to members of the community who have passed away in the previous 12 months. And its has a great front cover! More on that another time.

Each item on the budget for the Town is up for discussion and is voted upon. It was a feisty evening but always polite and there was a real sense that people cared as much about the Town as about saving money on their taxes.

A local journalist covered the event, noting some great quotes from the floor such as, “I think this is the camel’s nose under the tent”.

Winter's almost over

Icicles are melting.

Maple sap is running.

Roads are getting muddy.

Winter’s almost over :-)

What lies beneath

As the snow thaws, all sorts of things are revealed.

Adrift...

Valentines Day

So, it’s Valentines Day.

In the US the shops are full of cards for lovers to send to on another, or for wannabe lovers, or kids with a crush.

But there’s a new card on the block that frankly turns my stomach. It’s the Valentines card aimed at parents and adults to send to kids. Does nobody else feel the healthy kick of their incest-taboo when they see these cards?

How messed up is that? Well, maybe it should not be such a surprise. This is the country that is so religious in comparison t secular UK and yet its Christians celebrate Halloween with gusto. Most Americans I asked had no idea where Halloween came from. It has made an industry out of divorcing these festivals from their origins and by so doing creates unnerving, ironic and troubling connections.

So, I give you Valetine’s Day, American-style. According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine’s Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.

Today is a day ‘incorporated’ by the church hundreds of years ago by canonisation of Valentine, and ‘cleansed’ of it origins as a fertility rite. Prior to St Valentine it was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.

Its rituals included  love lotteries in Pagan Rome. Young girls’ names were written on slips of paper and thrown into jars to be picked out by the boys. Chooser and chosen would then be partnered for the duration of the Lupercalia festival. Such arbitrary pairings often resulted in lasting relationships. The Catholic Church later substituted the names of dead saints in place of those of flesh-and-blood girls to subvert the lusty Pagan practice.

S'no bikes- it's winter

The snow is deep. My summer cycling in hideous Lycra seems a world away.

But wait… Just when you thought it was safe to pack away the mountain bike,someone came up with the Snow Bike.

It’s a long tradition apparently and recently a local lake was cleared for sports including cycling. Despite being impressed with the innovative designs of wheels, and the fact that cyclists are spared Lycra and opt for warm and a more varied cycling wardrobe, I’ve decided not to interrupt the hibernation of my bike, it’s staying in the shed.

Ad of the week: snow plow barter

Brass monkeys and cold irons

It’s not normal for temperatures in London to remain at -15C or lower for any length of time…


The same cannot be said for New London. As we focus on the wood burning stove and use less heating oil, certain rooms are Very Cold Indeed. Especially the bathroom. This brings novel challenges. This morning while using the epilator I kept my Bear Paws on as slippers to guard against frost-bite from the arctic tiled floor. The wool and the epilator fought furiously…

Then I plugged in my GHD flat iron to wrangle my bed-head into submission. Instead of a bright chirrup before heating, they started an endless beeping like an abandoned baby bird.

A quick google reveals that the flat irons are not broken.

They are TOO COLD TO HEAT UP.

Inanimate objects are protesting. My hair looks like a helmet. The flat irons are being coddled in the living room.