The root of summer iniquity

I wish I could tell you this was
from some archive....
well, it isn't

This post comes in the middle of a rather unusual occurrence here in Maine--a heat wave.  The large red splotch covering the national weather maps has reached its hot little fingers into Paradise and driven the temps into the mid-high 90's. 

So, you are saying... "What's the big deal?  You come from Texas!  Those temps are NOTHING!"  And you would be right, but in Texas we combat such things with this technological marvel known as air conditioning.

And so...as we swelter in the cabin and the mess hall, and look longingly at the Saco River during the work day... the heat has forced me to a confession.

The (normally) delightful climate in Maine turns me into a bit of a boogerhead.

My iniquitous behavior comes in the form of blog entries, social media entries, and sometimes direct messages to certain folks back in Texas, hooting about how nice the weather is here in our summer place.  It all started with one particular friend, a person very dear to me (you know who you are), but, like most well-directed missiles, the collateral damage amassed as time went on....
Most of the time, I really do try to be a nice guy.  (I probably don't succeed as much as I would like, and I'm sure there are those who might confirm that.)  But in this matter, I'm guilty as sin.

And now I am being hung with my own hot rope.

But...as I thought about all this, I also realized something.  As booger-headed as my actions might be to those dear friends back home, at the root of it is something else.

I really, really wish they could be here.

Please board the plane
you-know-who-you-are

If I ever found myself with untold riches, one of the first things I would do is charter private jets to bring some special people in my life up here for an all-expenses-paid trip to see my second home.

Beneath all the teasing, my heart longs to share this place with you.

One of the reasons I decided to write again here from Maine was so I could make this (very) meager attempt to impart to you the magnificence of this place with my words, and a few chosen photos.  Added to this are pictures, videos and posts that Allison and I share via Facebook or Instagram.

The part by the arrow.
That's all you get.  Sorry

But it is just a taste... like licking the mixing bowl for chocolate chip cookie dough, after a particularly thorough mother has scraped it all out with a spatula.
So, my friends, forgive me the teasing.  Trust that I wish with all my being that I could float the Saco River with you, or hike up to Emerald Pool, or sail in Casco Bay, or kayak in Sebago Lake...

But let's wait until Friday, when this heat wave breaks, hmmmm?

Categories: HOT, Maine, summer