...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?