After a hefty snowstorm, houses reveal their flaws: snowy roofs that show the framing underneath like an X-ray; huge, growing icicles along the eaves, even though it’s too cold for snow to melt; and indoors there may be water-stained or drippy ceilings. What is going on?

Hi there, dear readers! Here is your Marilyn Beane’s World columnist back with another new week with more news of my sweetheart Elden’s and my lives at Crawford Commons Assisted Living, 132 Middle Road, Union, ME 04862.

Hey there. There’s a verse in an old truckin’ song, “got my diesel wound up and runnin’ like never before.” This is how I felt when I was hammer down, northbound the other mornin’ and I got to thinkin’, what am I gonna scribe about this week? I pondered that, as the miles flew by, “I think I have said enough about our Govnah and the ‘Supreme Tweeter’ for a while. Gotta give ’em a rest! So that’s all I’m sayin’ about those two this week!

What can we say about Maine weather? Snow every other day for a week and then temps in the 50s. You just gotta love it? (Or hate it?) Oh well, we’ll see what Mother Nature has up her sleeve for us next. I hope the winter hasn’t created any major problems for you.

Is it that I’m getting older or is it that I just have too many things to do? Whatever the reason, it seems to take me longer to do whatever the task is at hand and I can only do one thing at a time. The days of multitasking are no longer. With that said, I will try to catch readers up on the happenings of the past two weeks.

We are about to enter the phase of the year when I avoid driving on River Road between Boothbay and Damariscotta. The frost heaves can make one’s car grow old before its time.

Domestic water birds on our north-country farm were a happy presence in the barnyard society. Their comical characters, beauty, and daily actions brought us laughter and delight.

Well, January ended up as the fourth-warmest in Portland history. And as February gets underway, we have seen two more cat trackers (Feb. 1 of three inches and Feb. 7, which is this writing and we’ve already seen four inches and still snowing).

On the morning of Jan. 29, there were no less than seven gray squirrels visible at feeders — more than the usual two. They were chasing one female who had come into her estrous cycle. Across the tree canopy, up and down the oak and pine trees they raced after the lead female. Finally, she stopped, tail flicking, and the closest male caught her and they mated.