Lost the snow lottery
I played the lottery and I lost. The snowstorm lottery. Knowing that some special weather was on its way, I cut back on my usual sleep quota. And in the particular way that Fate plays, my office didn’t close. Pretty much the only office that didn’t, in my sector. Even the CEGEPs decided to pause for shovel time. I, by contrast, went to work.
Yes, we got socked, hard. The initial estimate is that we’ve received 60+ cm of new powder since the drop started two days ago. Today, visibility dropped below the limits for walking safely, but the bus system gets through. With me as cargo. It doesn’t matter. This is probably the “last hurrah” for the current season, and before you know it, the grass will be green and the days will be much (much) warmer.
I did have to shovel the car out of its blanket, though. Son #3 had gone to the library, and the staff decided that he should prove his right to borrow. Not even a pleading phone call was sufficient, so I saddled up the mare. I had a good mind to threaten to call the mayor, but I didn’t. Restraint. And now we’re home again, with a faint promise from the studious son, that he will clean up my speed shovel mess, so that when things start to get crispy we won’t have to chip the car free.
Saw a neat house on TV this evening, with mobile walls. When the room seems too large, or small, change it. How’s that for a fun concept?
