White dreams and wishes
How perfectly Canadian. With less than a week to go to “the holidays”, the question across the nation is “will it be white”. No racial context here; the question has to do with accumulated precipitation, and if you haven’t got any then you are “green”. Again, no environmental bonus points for this one.
Right now, my yard has sufficient snow base to permit use of raquets, or skis, or a toboggan. In other words, I’m good. Down on the Island, the fields are clear. There’s a chance of a storm, depending on which forecasting service you trust, but it could be wet, it could be white. The bets are wide open, since out of the last ten it’s been a fifty-fifty proposition. Statistically inconclusive.
I tried peeking at the rest of the country, using available satellite technology. From there, ground cover and cloud cover are indistinguishable. The webcam network offers less; despite the reasonable price of a Logitech or Microsoft sensor ball, most people don’t have the smarts to leave one running in the kitchen window. My own effort is less than exemplary; poor colour cast, rarely in focus, whatever. Besides, we have snow.
This is the “True North, Strong And Free”. Snow is our birthright. Christmas snow is accepted, whereas March madness isn’t.
But I mustn’t go “on and on about the weather”. Or the government. Or the economy. How about the state of modern rock and roll music, then? Way too much rap and Autotune, from my point of view. We need a revival of arena rock. That might be the ticket to Quebec getting a new arena, given that the Olympics and the NHL haven’t “jumped” at the opportunity to come play in our city.
