Actually an after-storm day
Here we are, basking in the calm after the storm. For those who didn’t know, it is a myth that you can’t have a snow storm with really cold temperatures. A myth, I tell you. Although the weather observers have declared an accumulation of 45 cm, the reality is that there is a variation depending upon where your car is parked; there the total appears to be much greater. As well, I am glad the dog has a long tail. It is proving useful for tracking her progress as she mimics a submarine in shallow waters.
The school board was typically ambivalent in making a declaration this morning, and I can now witness that we have at least three other names, none correct. And this was on English radio. It appears that the message was lost in translation. I’ve grown used to the strategy; I am homeward bound, in the sense of bound and gagged, in situ. I am not imbued with sufficient Protestant Work Ethic 101 to sally forth on days when we were predestined to stay in bed and catch up on lost sleep.
My shift on the “snow moval” (I declare this to be a valid word; we did no snow REmoval, simply displaced mass) squad was in mid-afternoon. Once the car and the road were reunited, I made my way around the neighbourhood to get gas, food and a new bright yellow shovel. Not more efficient than any other colour, but it brightened my spirits for a few minutes. Please note that although the roads were in terrible condition, all the parking lots were ploughed down to the rough. Shopping rules in winter. I’m now two days ahead of my usual week ending schedule, thanks to our “after-storm day”.
I will return to my usual routine tomorrow. Although we don’t get them often (is this due to global warming as well), we still profit in some small way from accumulated precipitation. Better a metre of snow than a metre of water, don’t you agree?
