Plunging temperature
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.
The weather site was clear. Sometime after supper, this warm weather (with its accompanying fog) would change. We would experience a flash freeze, and enter the new Ice Age. OK, not that last part. Worried about too much ice where snow had been, I got dressed for the task and put some quality effort into clearing my deck snow over the edge. Got it done, before the fog really set in. And then, I waited. All afternoon.
Sure enough, after supper the temperature went from +4C to -4C in a matter of an hour or two. Had to extract the dogline from the new ice. He didn’t fall down, in large part to my lengthy explanation about how to walk carefully on slippy surfaces. No, I didn’t demonstrate. He’s the one with four paws and overdrive.
Now that things are iced over, we’re staying home for the evening. The board games extravaganza was cancelled, in any case. I’ll simply imagine that I am watching others amuse themselves by playing charades. Or shuffleboard. Or cutthroat Monopoly.
The long awaited Nunes (Nunez, misspelled? Possibly) memo was released this afternoon. No big deal, despite the efforts of the media to turn this into an event. I guess I don’t understand the relevance of a governmental blame game paper. I’m waiting for the big news. Perhaps during the SuperBowl Game?
