The source of the winter
My family assures me that it’s an illusion, but I believe we’ve discovered the source of winter in Ontario. How else to explain snow that hasn’t halted for over a month (allegedly), and a city that no longer believes snowplows are necessary. The drivers accept that traction is only for tourists: some don’t bother with “snow tires”, since slipping around corners is easier than steering.
I was out to a small box store colony today. The kind where the structures have sprung up like mushrooms in the forest, and then trails are laid to allow access. Forget the modifier “easy”. My excursion required seven kilometers of travel and approximately one hour of driving time. To say that traffic conditions have worsened since my years in high school qualifies as understatement. Not to worry; I’m on vacation, and when I have to stop several car lengths away from any given stop sign to allow slide space for the oncoming vehicles, it just means a better show for me. Less dents, too.
My mother has a cat. I visited, and I lost (tear duct overdrive). More the pity, because she also has a new, sociable puppy (that the cat dominates). We would have offered to adopt the dog, but the family there seems to be attached to the wee beast. Beasts, actually, otherwise the cat would have been on the road long ago. Now I’m back to my sister’s, and her dog is back from a road trip to the big city. Tiny dog, big attitude. It must be hard when your total body weight is equal to one of the visitor’s shoes.
