In a show of solidarity
I just showed solidarity with the dog. Left my footprints in the snow, on the front steps. No, I didn’t take time to find my winter boots. Remember, solidarity.
And so it begins. After checking the feed from the province on Twitter, I believe that there is a particular type of amnesia, related to weather. Seems that people in cars are unable to remember how winter begins suddenly, and they find themselves parked unexpectedly in ditches. Here, there and everywhere. This is not isolated. All of them wondering where the plows are.
I don’t mind the switchup, although I figure some new windshield wipers are in order. This new precipitation can only lead to more; heavier and heavier. The flimsy summer wigwags won’t be worth a pinch of whatever. Maybe we can go to town, and at the same time make enquiries about winter Diesel. Never cared, before. Now, it’s an issue.I tried to find out what would be involved in adding to my satellite subscription; a few channels that cover curling might be fun, and I heard mention of a channel that carries British detective content (as if we haven’t already seen them all). Might be worth a few dollars more per month, given that we’ll soon be snowbound. I can get results from the web, but all that provides is “after the fact” proof that the best team won a particular match. I want to see the action.
Wishful thinking that I’d get things upgraded before the end of university football, but it might be worth a try.
Just had a moment of exceptional clarity; we’re under an cell of storm, with thunder and lightning. Extremely rare, this time of year.
