Tales of fog and dogs
For anyone that wants to bet on the snow depth (there are some folks that will bet on anything), today has thrown a curveball, weatherwise. At a time when temperatures are usually far below the melting point, the thermometer indicated a balmy 11C today. With the unseasonable high came fog. Lots and lots of fog. Seeing much beyond the end of one’s nose was a challenge, even with glasses.
Instead of another shopping day, we decided to play tourist. I would like to visit some of the local museums, but all I managed to get in compromise was a trip “around the lake”. Scenic enough, if you accept that the world is white and blurry. At certain points, the fog was heavy enough to permit the illusion of snowfall, without the need for a shovel.
In fact, water levels around neighbourhood homes are skewed. My sister has water rising in the basement. Not enough to allow the illusion of an indoor pool, but the newly laid wooden floor is at risk. Not what you want at a time when the world should be frozen and dry.
There are two new dogs within reach right now. One is a young bulldog with true all-wheel drive. I can’t imagine what a dogwalker would do if the dogwalked decided to change direction (except to follow, blindly). The other is a huggy golden retriever with teething issues. And the posture of youth; sprawl and slouch. We miss our family dog, but “the next time around” we’re going to be looking for a different breed to share our golden years.
