What it means to live in Maine, volume 2

First off (before I get to the Maine story), I have to tell you that WAITING IS FOR THE BIRDS! I just want news about my kids! NOW! Alas, I can't run this show, so I'm spending a lot of time praying for patience. I need patience. It could be a long wait!

Anyhow, I have moments every now and again when I am reminded that Maine is nothing but a small town. They talk about six degrees of separation...in Maine, it's one or two degrees that separate you from any other Mainer.

Case in point:

I had my annual physical today (ladies, you know what this means). My regular doctor is delivering a child, so her nurse practicioner comes in to do my exam. I'm in the, ummm, regular position for this when she says to me, "You look so familiar to me. OH, I KNOW, you run that Thanksgiving craft fair in Standish!" She had been one of my crafters!!!

Immediately after that part of the exam, I had to go in for my mammogram. Yes, I am 40 this year, which means that I have to do this every year now. Joy, joy, joy! So I'm in the midst of being squashed and prodded, and the technician asks, "Where do you work?" I told her, and she said, "Oh, you must know..." and laid out a litany of names of my co-workers. Seems her son received a scholarship from our organization, and I knew him well, too!

It was a bit disconcerting to run into these people in those settings, but it goes to show that you can't be anonymous in Maine. Therefore, I think I will make a point of behaving like word will get back to mom if I do anything wrong. :)