“VSBY VRBL”? Yes.
Once upon a time, I was trained to watch the weather. No joke. Several months of intense classroom and lab time, under the leadership of Norm, the met tech. And his favourite reporting term was “visby verbil”, which was the teletype shorthand for rapidly changing observation distance. As in, now you see it, now you don’t.
We’ve having an easy winter, but for several days the driving conditions have been terrible (or so I have been told). When you can’t see anything ahead of you, the decision on where to steer comes down to instinct. Some drivers are better at it than others.
Right now, I wouldn’t want to go out for milk. Our contractor started in this direction and lost his way. Some of the blame comes down to that lack of sea ice; the moisture can be picked up and transformed into snow flakes that resemble wheat flour in colour and particle size, and we always have wind. Do the calculation.
Finally, the vaccine chances are improving. This province will be concurrently welcoming the different age cohorts; my turn will come. Already, my mom and several siblings have scored their first dosage, which ups the odds for our family “surviving”. No joke. I’m a little worn out by this whole pandemic, and look forward to a return to normal life. Once again, the border is remaining closed for “at least another thirty days”. And we’re all one bad broadcast away from the dreaded lockdown. If we make it we can all sit back and laugh (a line from a wonderful rock anthem).
