March 2018 SOLC–Day 29
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Mainers are a hardy breed. The sun comes out in winter and shorts appear. It’s slightly insane. Below is one of my favorite early spring beach pictures. Outside of the camera shot, visitors’ attire ranged from full Arctic to flip flops, shorts and T-shirts. Clearly the parents of these two intrepid kids are masters of compromise. Their children are suitably attired up top for warmth and from the waist down for a bit of spring fun, Maine-style! This isn’t an uncommon sight. After seemingly-endless, dark winters, we’re all too ready to throw off the shackles of heavy socks, boots and long underwear.
Once the temperatures start to edge up, there’s an ongoing coat battle with fourth graders. The sun comes out and they do NOT want to wear a coat to recess. Even though it’s 30 degrees with a 15 mph wind. Often I check the temperature or the wind chill to bolster my “Yes, you have to wear your coat” position.
Yesterday, as we were lining up, a staff member stopped by. Knowing he monitored recess each day, I asked, “What’s it like outside?”
“It’s nice,” he enthused. “I think it’s close to 50 now!”
His words rippled through the room, setting off a tsunami of joyful whoops and cries.
“It’s 50 out!”
Our line disintegrated into happy chaos as kids ripped off their coats and dashed out of line to throw them with wild abandon back into their cubbies.
“Did you hear that!? It’s 50 out! You don’t have to take a coat!”
Their smiles were as dazzling as the spring-ish sunshine.
We managed to reorganized into a sort-of line and walk down the long hallways without totally disgracing ourselves. We pushed open the doors to nirvana, aka the playground, and the kids burst through, a geyser of energy and enthusiasm.
C. rushed out, threw her arms up in the air and yelled, “It’s stinkin’ 50 degrees!”, then raced off over the snow piles to play.
I had to laugh. Only in Maine does 50 degrees generate such excitement.