Look! New weather!
And then, it hailed. Again and again. As if the weather wizards were checking to see if we had taken notice. Around here, we usually get a short flurry. Not today.
Of course, just across the water, they scored a real snow storm. Not hail. Full, white cover. Again, as if the wizards were making sure that from this point on, we should be prepared for anything. Snow tires? Soon. Someone to clear the lane? Soon (I hope). One of the details that isn’t “clear”, yet. I could always consider going crazy and purchasing a machine of my own, but that isn’t something I want to do. And the old school way, with a shovel, in the cold? Let me consider that; nope, I prefer watching someone else. The price I pay for getting to a comfortable age is that I want comfort. Makes sense.
The others, dog and mistress, went for a long trail walk, after the weather had returned to a degree of civility. The texted picture proclaimed 16,879 steps. Translates to 12.03 km. I’ll wait to check the calculation. There’s something suspect about any watch that does more than tell time. And no, I don’t actually own one, so I might have to accept the numbers as gospel.
Based on other numbers, the second wave of the pandemic has come ashore. And the level of reassurance we had is fading, quickly. I mean, I’m smart enough to stay at home, but many others dream of travel… to the malls in Moncton, perhaps, or a quick tour of Halifax. I’ve been to the big cities, and I can wait it out.
