The tyranny of winter
For three decades, I was subject to the tyranny of winter. Or more accurately, the work rules. During my productive period, pay for work required that I be present (as in most places) and if a patch of stormy weather interfered, that was just too bad.
That’s why I salute the intelligent system here. Today, the province was (in the vernacular) closed for winter. Yes, the visibility varied from null to nearly, but the plows were parked and the institutions were shuttered. Not sense inviting tragedy; stay home and wait for the system to blow on by.
It almost has, from looking outside just now. The deck has been covered, again, deeper than my knees, but I can take care of that tomorrow. Similarly, I had enough food on hand that there was no need to seek the services of a grocery or a restaurant owner. I’m not sure if we’ll be out for breakfast in the morning (have to wait and see if the lane gets blown clear), but at least no fenders will have been bent carelessly.
I didn’t wander off, today. I sent the dog out as my scout, and he limited his personal exposure to minutes at a go. When it was time to refill the seed cylinders, I left that task to someone more motivated. Actually, I’m not sure if I did anything of “value” today; too stormy, OK?
And for the record, we had no power bumps or errant shingles (although the wind peaked at 74 kph). Like the winds, I’m calm.
