The day is postponed on account of the weather
Now that we’ve figured out the mechanism for the single storm day, let’s go for the week-long version. I jest, but only because I have the stoic character of someone facing a minimum of four more months of winter weather.
Here in the “big city”, a storm day doesn’t happen often; I can remember all of them from the previous twenty years. It makes sense, because the plows don’t have to do any of that highway stuff. Residential streets and few kilometres of controlled access roads. Heck, the majority of the kids walk to school anyhow, and we have a first class snowshoe manufacturer within the metropolis. The work policy is that if the schools close, the staff can stay home too. Common sense mixed with practicality. I know, those in the private sector don’t get such privileges. The answer is to apply the next time you see a position that you are qualified for – you too might get a snow break once a year in return for controlled public sector remuneration.
The “window of opportunity” is small for those that take public transport. I awoke at the appointed hour, showered and dressed and then turned on the radio and the television and the Internet. I’d sure hate to miss an announcement. There’s generally about fifteen minutes of grace between a possible closure notice and the moment I have to head on down the unplowed street towards a city bus sign. Note; shelters are not a given. We get a sign on most corners.
Today the weather wizards and the actual conditions were on the same page. It stayed nasty all day long, and we’re not through yet. The total accumulation is difficult to measure since so much of it is dancing above grade. Even the dog isn’t fond of her primitive privy. I made a really good pot of chicken soup, and the car was repaired in the afternoon by a local garage with an empty appointment spot. For free. We now have windshield wipers again. As for the rest of the day; well, I heard a really great quote in an audio book that referred to three great times in a man’s life: when school finally ends, when the last child leave home and when you retire (because every day becomes Saturday). I can add a fourth; a long weekend on account of inclement weather.
