White on white (on white)
This morning, I actually got out of bed before the alarm clock. Rare, given that I don’t set alarms. We had a medical appointment in the city, and I like to be there early. Sitting in the car, or the waiting room, works for me. Obviously, we were there on time. But that’s not the point.
I can sense the arrival of sprint. Put my big winter boots aside, laced up my sneakers, stored the tuque and mitts in a drawer, the whole show. Put the dog in the car, and traveled on bare pavement, all the way. During the medical (a field test; worst video game ever), we makde small talk aabout how nice the weather had become.
That ended quickly. As we left the clinic, there was a hint of snow. We didn’t hang around long in the city, because we had a prize (found what might be the only “Magic Keyboard” in the whole area). You see, stores sometimes have the good stuff under the counter, and you have to ask. Again, not the point. By now, the flurries were getting sticky.
Now, we live just over an hour away. And this trip will stand out, because there was nothing to see. The visibility was down to scary, and the unwillingness of some motorists (automobiles and trucks combined) meant that we were guessing about the next invisible rig, all the way. The snow was up on the wheels, the plows were MIA and schools closed for the afternoon. Getting into that coveted parking spot in from of the garage was smoewhat more welcome than usual. It’s stll snowing, hours later, and my bare field is now a place to play sports, or something. Altogether a surprise.I’d post a photo, but we are back to white on white on white.
