I knew that it was snowing last night before I went to bed. There wasn’t much out there, but I knew that it would keep going through the night. What I didn’t know was HOW MUCH was going to fall. Not that it really matters. This is Canada, after all. And December. Add those two things together, and you only get one outcome. Winter!
We’ve been incredibly lucky so far (unless you’re a skier, which I am not). This time last year, we were buried under the white stuff. So much so, that I contemplated hibernating. It wasn’t pretty.
So this season, I’ve been pretty happy to see the unusual amount of rain falling. I don’t have to shovel rain. But I knew that it couldn’t last forever.
And I was right.
As I lay in bed this morning, I heard the telltale sound of a large truck pushing an even larger plow ahead of it. Lovely. That meant a considerable amount of the white stuff was waiting for me.
I gathered up my things, and headed out the door, reminding myself that I really need to invest in a pair of proper boots. Forget the flat screen TV and get some boots, damnit!
The snow was heavy and wet. I spent some time wiping off my car (something that more people should really try doing!) and backed out of my driveway. Considering that a plow had gone by recently, I was a little surprised to see how much snow had accumulated on the road. It was an interesting drive into work, and let’s just say that more people really learn how to drive in the winter!
It’s that time of year again! Unfortunately.