It is starting again.
Snow changing to rain?
One degree either way.
Who is to say?
But it`s leaving my back in pain.
White stuff from the sky
completely covers my car
I can has snow day?
(Insert obscure yet thought provoking text here)
Now that stuff is very slippery!! We were out at 9:00pm this morning and their were cars already in trouble!! Slow it down or just don't drive!! The sales will be there for the next few weeks and probably even better prices!!
The roads were clear of snow. Hardly anyone on the roads. I expected Walmart to be packed. It was was pretty slow. I also hit Canadian Tire and got a few things I needed there.
All in all it was a pretty good Boxing Day for me. And I saved myself about $120.00 on the goods I purchased. Some things were priced over 50% off
But yeah, All Ages Music Concerts, the deals should continue on all week. And perhaps into the New Year, with the economy slowing and shops needing to make a sale.
Speaking of the New Year, I intend on being as frugal as possible in my spending.
I just finished shoveling my in laws gable roof. The snow was compacted to about 15 inches and weighed about 25lbs per cubic foot. I hear the forecast is for rain up to 40mm and this combined with the snow load could be problematic.
I had quite a laugh while reading this article in The Province earlier this morning:
Rest of Canada: Stop Laughing
BY JACK KNOX
It was no good. I couldn't go on. The snow was too deep, the ascent too high, the unrelenting, deafening gale sapping every last ounce of strength. Frostbitten fingers had long lost the ability to grip an ice axe.
As wind-driven ice crystals whipped my cheeks -- rock salt fired from the mountain gods' own shotgun -- I turned to my climbing companion, lifted his ear flap, shouted to be heard: "You go for the summit! I'll make my way down to base camp!"
"What do you mean summit?" the letter carrier replied. "I'm heading for your mailbox. We're only going up your driveway."
Yes, but it's a very steep driveway, or at least one with a slight incline, the kind of slope you never notice until it snows, which it never does in Victoria, except for every winter.
Oh, go ahead, rest of Canada, have a good laugh. Laugh at Vancouver Island brought to its knees by the kind of weather that Calgarians equate with the August long weekend. Laugh at Victoria, where the city's three-stage snowfall response plan consists of:
1. Demanding Stephen Harper do something;
2) Calling out the grief counsellors;
3) Pumping Prozac directly into the water supply.
For this, we accept, is the West Coast's role in the great national theatre: To provide a little winter solstice amusement, a bit of darkest-day relief, for our block-heatered and parka-bound compatriots.
We all have a stereotype to play in this production: Albertans are rednecks, Torontonians self-obsessed and Newfies fun-loving. Montrealers are hipper than you in either official language. Saskatchewanianites, or whatever, are salt of the earth.
Us? We're total wimps when it comes to winter, each floating flake sending us ducking and flinching like George Bush on a tour of the Florsheim factory. And lord but it makes the rest of the country feel good to watch us dig the Westfalia out of the ditch.
OK, we get it. Everybody likes to see the princess step in a cow pie. But please, did Mother Nature really have to chuck us headfirst into the barnyard?
I mean, this week we've entertained the country with much more than our usual seasonal slapstick.
Not only did it snow, but it snowed and stayed. We normally deal with snow the same way we deal with a jealous spouse on the doorstep: Close the drapes and ignore it, and eventually it will go away. Not this time. This time it not only stayed, but called in friends with baseball bats.
And that howling wind! Put the dog out to pee, it phoned half an hour later from Port Renfrew, asked for a ride home. The only good thing about the wind was not having to put up the Christmas lights this year. Just waited for the neighbours' display to blow over and plugged it in.
It has been -8 C, or -18 with the wind chill -- not that this impresses anyone who lives beyond Hope. The rest of Canada doesn't believe in wind chill. It's like saying a player stands six foot eight with his skates on, when he's really only six foot five.
You want wind? Try the Prairies. I used to live in Regina. Go to the west side of town, you could find Big Mac containers that had blown in from Edmonton. Go to the east, you could smell the stench of rotting principles wafting in from Ottawa. If we drag wind chill into the equation, Reginawanianites, or whatever, will just think we're soft as Charmin.
This is not true. For example, earthquakes don't faze us at all. This being B.C., half the people don't even notice when the house starts shaking. They figure it's just the brown acid from Woodstock coming back to haunt them. We had one quake where a ceiling panel fell and busted in two over Judy Lavoie's head, right there in the Times Colonist newsroom. She was like George Chuvalo fighting Muhammad Ali: It buckled her knees, but she wouldn't go down, just kept plugging away on her story. Earthquake shmearthquake. I'd like to see a Regina Leader-Post reporter take a shot like that and still hit deadline. But I digress.
The point is that we all like a good joke, but enough is enough. This was not in the brochure. If Gordon Campbell wants to be re-elected in May, he had better darn well do something about the weather. And if Canada wants a good laugh, it should go back to watching Rick Mercer.
That article sure cheered up my day !
You have to admit that, it is for the most part. is how we and the rest of Canada feel
very well done!!!!!