February 2, 2011

Objects Outside Your Window...

...are heavier than they appear. Really. That snow weighs a ton. No, those trees aren't here. That's James Bay last week.

So. If they call that a Big Storm, I wonder what words they're going to have to resort to when it gets big enough to say, call in the army? Remember Mel Lastman? Of course you do. Who could forget a Toronto Mayor who didn't know the difference between governing and making ads for his appliance stores? He made the Carvel Ice Cream guy look like an Oscar winner.

I just came in. It's very pretty out, but it's not that snowy, and it's not all that cold. Granted I still have James Bay memories in my noggin, but I was digging in for a good blizzard. The Spectator actually used that word yesterday - blizzard - and got my hopes up. I have a group of friends all sprinkled around the U.S., and one of them in Dallas was whining. They had an Ice Pellet Day. That's like our Snow Day, but for wussies. She had to scrape her windshield. Awwwwwwww.

Of course L.A. and Jacksonville are reporting in their balmy temperatures to me; the only who is on my side is New Hampshire, who has so much snow she can't get out of her front door. I'm waiting for Philadelphia to weigh in.

I'm about to throw things at my sons' heads. There are driveways to be cleared, and they will be doing the clearing. I always wondered why ol' Mel called out the army to clear snow: you close the high schools, there's your army. Easy.

My internal struggle today is what to do after I clear off my work. Do I go back to bed? Or go out and build something in the snow?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Since some of your friends are whining, join them, when you finish your work. Except, in the Canadian way of wining. Nothing like sitting and watching the crew working on the driveway while you enjoy some mulled wine. If you have a fireplace get that going as well.

My word was artirc. Close enough for this weather.

February 02, 2011 12:38 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

Go out and build an army. Then rent them out to Mel. Or ship them up to the Bay... James Bay. Like Bond, only cooler.

My word's "drainge". There are days when I feel drainged. I suppose this may be an omen.


February 02, 2011 1:31 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Build a snowman...in your bed. Make him look like Jason Statham. Your insurance won't cover water flooding damage. (I checked when doing a Racquel Welch snow woman.)

February 02, 2011 1:49 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Come to Barrie; Snowmageddon was supposed to bypass this area of the snow belt. They lied. It's still snowing. Our tiny little city sidestreet of 13 homes has been plowed twice so far. I had to deal with the first windrow when I returned from a market run for milk, etc. at around 8.30am. I now have sufficient strength to go back out and clear Ben's run. He's not complaining; I can no longer open the side door from the garage to the run the snow is so far up it...

Not complaining - I'll hold off until after I clear Ben's run.

That is all.

My word? Describes my lot in life... resinnes...

PS. Where's Roz? What have you done to her?

February 02, 2011 2:34 PM  
Blogger marcelleqb said...

I am currently living in California where I get SEVERE WEATHER ALERTS that, when I click on them, tell me there *might* be a frost that night. Totally cracks me up every time.

I remember the winter of 1976-77, when I lived in Toledo, Ohio. Now, that was severe weather. And there was an oil crisis. I was going to school at one of the few coal burning schools, so we went to school between 6 and noon and another school used our building between noon and six. I remember the snow drift on one side of the house going all the way up to the eaves. And the first day of the blizzard, my dad was three hours late coming home from work (the storm hit after he had gotten to work.) He worked at the power plant - no snow days for him.

February 02, 2011 2:52 PM  
Anonymous PJ said...

Well Omemee Ozzie I know how you feel. I'm just up the road from you on the shores of beautiful Georgian Bay. We were quite gleeful at the thought of Toronto and her neighbours getting wolloped by this storm while we were just supposed to get a bit of it. Just our luck our southern Onatrio friends missed it and I just came in after an hour and a half of clearing snow. Just what I wanted to do after 8 hours of driving around in this mess. It's not fair I tell ya.
It's so much fun to laugh at Toronto when snow is such a crisis to them.

February 02, 2011 5:03 PM  

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