Not a witness, but some of the neighbours reported snow flurries this afternoon. Let the record show; season come with blurred edges. I mean, I was suspicious, when the dog and I did our deck check sometime before dawn. It was nippy. The moisture seemed to have texture.
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This morning, I was very aware of the ferry horn. Heard, but not seen, due to the zero visibility in heavy snow squalls. Spring, as we know it in Canada. Not to worry; they’ve got radar, and I think they know the way to the nearest port. Likewise, when the postal lady stopped by with a parcel, she obviously knew where she was going, even if the road/lane junction was masked.
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Food shopping by telepathy comes with certain shortcomings. Right now, due to parallel visits to the local market, we own three trays of cinnamon buns and two large blocks of Gouda cheese. I like both items, but if word gets out that I’m eating biscuits with side slabs of congealed dairy, my reputation in the kitchen is going to take a whupping. As for my waist line? Lost cause.
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The weather is my biggest and best show, bar none. No need to turn on a TV for a spectacle; I just have to stare out the window. And I do. Truth is, not much else happens around here (and that’s how I want it). The music is in my head, but the show is outside.
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We were promised a “last blast of winter”; this might be it. Although the morning was clear, the schools did a preemptive closure. We debated going to the city, but held back. I took the time to watch an icebreaker (CCGS Henry Larsen) lead the ferry through the ice (that had blown in yesterday, completely covering what I could see from my window). That’s a first, for this winter; the ice didn’t look thick through the spotting scope, but why take a chance? Call the Coast Guard!
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From now on, when I need a phrase to describe dodgy driving in the winter, I’ll use “only two hours from town”. Covering a multitude of conditions, and drivers. Like that guy in the truck that went sideways each time he accelerated. Or the “Star Wars” light show whenever high beams were required.
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Look at all those medals! I (made the mistake) of turning on notifications from Twitter and elsewhere; the iPad dings like an out-of-control teletype machine. Again, look at all those medals! Not just Canada, but we know where the heart lies.
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Want to get my dog excited? Be a fox, and walk by his house during daylight hours. While he accepts, barely, that there are wild things in the night, daytime is a whole other issue. Not only does he smell the visitor, he can see it (and this is not a sharp-eyed dog, by any means). Eventually, we’re going to have “close encounter” and I haven’t a clue about how things will go.
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It doesn’t matter if the groundhog saw its shadow, or didn’t. Or if it bit the CBC camera operator, while going over the fence (the groundhog, not the operator). We live in Canada. Winter will last for as long as it lasts.
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Outside, there wasn’t much to see. Heavy fog turned my world into a grey shadowy place. Didn’t matter, really. I knew where I wanted to go, and on a weekend, the traffic was minimal. Having got up early for the dog, I simply had an early breakfast before heading (off? up? down? unsure…) to town.
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