I wish I were in Bermuda.
I came back to work Monday after a cruise took me, Brian, my new stepdaughter and 14 of our family members to Bermuda and I am still adjusting to the real world.
My hard drive crashed while I was gone so I lost a lot of information sent by readers both recently and information that dates back a couple months. That includes photos of your pets of the week. Please, please send those again and anything else that might have disappeared into the abyss.
I also lost my updated Things to Do calendar. I know what a pain it is when your organization’s information appears incorrectly in the newspaper, but have mercy on me and resend those too if you can.
As I drove into Biddeford last Friday I noticed campaign signs had sprouted all over the place. I averted my eyes and pretended I wasn’t back yet as I pulled my “Sexy little bride” sweatshirt tighter and tucked my “just married” flip-flopped feet under the floor heater of the car.
I couldn’t help but wonder how a candidate picks sign colors. I guess it was a way for me to gently ease back in to work.
I searched “meaning of colors” on Google and it returned 68,200,000 results. I looked at a page on About.com regarding desktop publishing and found that green is the color of life and nature and gold is the color of riches and excess. White is supposed to evoke feelings of purity, cleanliness and innocence. Red can mean a lot of things according to this website. It can represent anything from cupid to the devil and some believe it actually can raise the blood pressure of those who look at it. I read that blue is calming and it can be strong and steadfast or light and friendly. Blue appeals to many people.
Around Biddeford there are printed signs and those done by hand.
Who knows if candidates researched colors when they made signs. I know they have other details to worry about. Or maybe they did and got totally different results than my quick Internet search. Vincent Keely, at-large council candidate and my new father-in-law put up signs with green writing. He’s an Irishman so I guess that is why he picked that color. Maybe it’s as simple as that.

Right now I’m thinking blue. The blue water in Bermuda was paradise. Chickens ran wild throughout the island. I of course got a kick out of that being as fond of birds as I am. Our cruise director teased people who do what I did – chased them around with a camera.
“People – they’re the same chickens that you have at home,” he said. As he’s from the U.K., he sounded just like the Geico gecko.
On another interesting note, Bermuda’s city hall was combined with an arts center. Can you imagine that in Biddeford?
I can think of a few people who would love/hate that idea.

– Molly Lovell-Keely