Town meetings

It's 11:00 p.m. and I just returned home from our Annual Town meeting. My comment is,

I'm glad it's over for another year. My husband and I don't sit together because I had to cover the meeting for our daily paper, the Sun Journal and I know he will be outspoken. I can't write about him, plus, I don't always agree. However, he was a good boy tonight and didn't get into any trouble.

The fun part of the evening was during the potluck supper when people sat around and discussed the wet weather and the state of their gardens. I overheard the following conversation which reminded me of what I had heard the other day concerning snow shoes in a muddy garden..

" I tried to dig potatoes from the garden wearing my snow shoes but I got really stuck and couldn't move" said one of the guys. This reminded me of the ad on TV where the man is stuck in cement. Anyway, the guy went on to say that he had to reach down and pull up on the front of his shoes to break the suction and then get out of the mire.

My stuck friend said his bucket was half full of potatoes encased in mud. "I was scooping them out of the mud with my fingers", he went on to say. But his bucket became so heavy he couldn't carry it over the electric fence. Not to be outdone, he pushed it under the fence, then retrieved it from the other side.

Then there was the lady spinning yarn on her wheel from fleece from her sheep. Remember when you used to hear the click of knitting needles at meetings? We are talking rural Maine. You could barely hear the quiet hum as the wheel continued to turn during the 3 and a half hours of discussion.

If you care to read the account of the meeting, you can log on to sunjournal.com on the 13th. It will be under Sumner town meeting. I couldn't make deadline tonight. But you probably don't want to know about small town politics. I actually find it better entertainment than watching TV.