Canadians always talk about the weather
Mar. 3rd, 2007 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanThursday was my day off and I elected not to leave the house. Good choice. We got thundersnow. A new addition to the Toronto weather-landscape, 'cause I sure as hell don't remember ever having it before. But I guess it's here now, because this is the second blizzard this winter that featured thunder and lightening. Branches and power lines were torn down all over the city. When I got up in the morning there was a freight train sitting on the tracks behind my house without an engine.
Yesterday was bright and sunny and all the massive piles of snow turned to lakes and rivers and creeks swirling down the slopes and collecting into enormous ponds in all the low areas. I walked on the snowdrifts the whole way to the bus stop so that my feet wouldn't be completely submerged. I am completely confident as to the water-proofing on the bottom of my boots, I'm less sure about what will happen if the water gets up past the laces.
Last night the temperature dropped and the water froze into black smooth sheets of lurking death or at least lurking hip dislocation. I watched a pick-up slide all the way across the road, over the median, across the other side of the road and lodge itself across the snowbanks on the other side. I did the moonwalk all the way home. The only traction was found in the areas around the old trees, where fields of splintered wood from downed branches were embedded in the ice.
Today it's warm again. And snowing. I await with anticipation the rain of brightly coloured snails that is no doubt scheduled for this afternoon.
Yesterday was bright and sunny and all the massive piles of snow turned to lakes and rivers and creeks swirling down the slopes and collecting into enormous ponds in all the low areas. I walked on the snowdrifts the whole way to the bus stop so that my feet wouldn't be completely submerged. I am completely confident as to the water-proofing on the bottom of my boots, I'm less sure about what will happen if the water gets up past the laces.
Last night the temperature dropped and the water froze into black smooth sheets of lurking death or at least lurking hip dislocation. I watched a pick-up slide all the way across the road, over the median, across the other side of the road and lodge itself across the snowbanks on the other side. I did the moonwalk all the way home. The only traction was found in the areas around the old trees, where fields of splintered wood from downed branches were embedded in the ice.
Today it's warm again. And snowing. I await with anticipation the rain of brightly coloured snails that is no doubt scheduled for this afternoon.