Went and got my storm chips, because there’s a nor’easter coming through overnight. I mean, not that I’m going to leap from my bed and throw open the shutters, but if the urge to munch and crunch comes over me… my dietary penance is already done. I had fresh fruit for supper, so any lapse will be fair.
posted in media, Wx | Comments Off on Off the beaten tracks | 257 words
Despite having a lot of available time, I’ve made a decision. I’m not going to learn “latte art”. The realization that I prefer my coffee black has a lot to do with it, and also the metaphor about painting a cloud. The crema is ephemeral. However, I would like to up my “knock box” skills.
posted in food, Wx | Comments Off on The physics of drifting snow | 256 words
Our national parkland authority has issued a report, confirming that half of the reserved lands are now in “fair or poor” condition. The downturn is due, for the main, to the installations of facilities for needy humans. If I might offer a solution: go back to treating the reserves as parks, and let only those that are prepared come to visit. The land won’t lose any value, and we don’t need to have a coffee bar for everyone.
posted in environment, Wx | Comments Off on Park avoidance | 260 words
Too quiet. Pretty much the whole Island is waiting on a big snow storm, due to begin between now and bedtime. From social media, the reports are that snow chips are on counters through the land. Those that fear a dry spell have filled the tub with water. Shovels are close at hand. And now we wait.
posted in pets, Wx | Comments Off on Is it storm chip time, yet? | 258 words
Without a tone of panic in my voice, I take high winds seriously. All that rattling and rocking is just cause for alarm. A few shingles, gone astray, can lead to larger problems. Today, the winds were as strong as two days ago, but nothing came loose. Just across the way (OK, 80 km over open water, but visible on a clear day), the winds reached peaks of more than 160 km, about double what we received. And this happened…
posted in Wx | Comments Off on Wind damage | 256 words
Skating, as a spectator sport. Maybe you enjoy compulsory figures, or a mad hockey dash. Me? I prefer watching provincial premiers explain how their “carbon tax” plan won’t affect the citizen. Skating, on thin ice. Only a matter of time before one of the lads in the expensive suits gets a good soaking. I hope.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on Skating | 254 words
For three decades, I was subject to the tyranny of winter. Or more accurately, the work rules. During my productive period, pay for work required that I be present (as in most places) and if a patch of stormy weather interfered, that was just too bad.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on The tyranny of winter | 254 words
Facebook is many things to many people (many!); for me the chance to compare notes with others that have similar interests is paramount. Conversation on steroids.
posted in education, Wx | Comments Off on Group learning | 286 words
Snowflakes are heavy. Oh sure, in small quantities, no big deal. But, let them gather and before you know it, things fall apart. Rooftops, for example. Or decks. I didn’t want the latter on my conscience, so after a hearty dose of good coffee, I headed out with my preferred shovel.
posted in technology, Wx | Comments Off on Rescue the Deere | 298 words
Finally! An opportunity to get some exercise while wielding a large shovel! That wasn’t exactly the first thought that came up, but when the new snow level is over the ankles, a modest effort is required.
posted in technology, Wx | Comments Off on Less than foolproof technology | 261 words
