Where To Put It?

This morning we are in the midst of a lull in our most recent snow storm. This is a two-part storm, the first beginning around mid-afternoon yesterday, the second part due anytime. Come to think of it, my peek out the window right now indicates that it seems to be beginning already.

In this crazy-near-record-snowfall winter, we are running out of places to put it. At least part of the pile on the front lawn is now as taller or taller than I, and I'm not short, so I'm not sure where to put yesterday's four or five inches, never mind the 8 or more inches that are projected to fall today. Yesterday, I trimmed back some of the bank at the edge of the drive as I as having to swerve to get in and out of the driveway. It's crazy I tell you. Elsewhere, the guy who is contracted to plough out Thesha's neighbour called to inform her that he wouldn't be by ... because there is nowhere left to plough it to. Incredible.

We had planned to take in The Other Boelyn Girl when we drove into the city yesterday to take care of a few errands, but the snow was already falling by mid-afternoon, so we did the wise thing and returned to our town. We stopped at the grocery store on the way in to pick up a few neccssities for what promised to be a lock-down weekend but were forced to endure a very long checkout line because everyone else in town was doing the same. Once home, we didn't stay nestled, however, because SIL was called out on an emergency, and Thesha is so sick with a miserable cold that we dropped over there to spend the evening to help out with Nikki-Dee. When SIL returned and we finally departed their place at 11:00, the streets were already clogged with inches of snow. Not many vehicles were out, but there was some slipping and sliding of the few that I did see. Nevertheless, we arrived home quite safely and plan to spend a cozy day indoors.

Despite our eagerness to see the back of this long and very Canadian winter, there is something cozy about being forced to stay snug inside while the beastly lion roars on ... and on ...