My winter games
A certain degree of cynicism is inevitable, when people watch how public monies are spent. This morning, someone remarked that the streets were in need of snow removal following the weekend, because the plows were busy clearing the parking lots. We are hosting a national round of sporting competitions. Visitor will need to park, right? And in one phrase, a summation of public support (sic).
I won’t be in the bleachers for all other normal reasons, but I do think we deserve a pat on the back. The small under the large (our motto). Will we do ourselves proud? Depends on the weather. Will the snow stay until the ski events are over. Will the bridge stay open, or will we find a novel way to increase our population? Will I see the mascot speed by in a convoy?
This is a once in a lifetime moment for the nation to see that we do winter, not just sandy beaches and lobster on a roll. I live here; winter is actually interesting due to the constant changes. There might be a bit of ice in my lane, but the rain is coming. I don’t need to book a month on another tropical island. Never have, and I probably won’t in the forecasted future. I own snowshoes, but I don’t wander the pastures on purpose. No need to wax my ski edges, or gas up the snow sled. In passing, I heard one of those contraptions go by, earlier this morning. Enjoy it while you can, I guess. And yes, I have a tuque. In a drawer, where it belongs.
