Buried
The Scotties is set up with an interesting format: round robin followed by elimination playoffs. Gives a team with a weak moment a chance to regather forces. Tonight, as the announcer said, “It’s Monday night in Moose Jaw.” And for me, a few hours of really great spectator-curling (should be an Olympic event…)
Team Jennifer Jones vs Team Rachel Homan. When two rocks collide!
While I wait for the shock and awe, this is a chance to review my day. OK, done.
Not fair. Our neighbour stopped by with an invitation to come over for supper later this week; we’re here for close to three decades, and that’s a first. Could it be, as my cynical side believes, be due to our decision to move away? Needs more analysis.
Of course, the east coast weather has kept me “tuned in”; TV, FB, Twitter. All letting me know what I’ve missed. Eighty centimetres of new snow in the last day. What others complain about when measured through a full season, the Island simply accepts (albeit with a few more photo ops). Someone pointed out that the accumulation for the last eighteen days is an astounding two hundred and twenty centimetres; enough to bury the average house door, vertically, with room to spare.
Winter isn’t over, but people now need more space to bury the snow that is burying the Island. Or some other solution. Maybe it can be bagged and exported to those in need. At least the water table has received a valuable injection of needed fluids.
