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Damned Blizzard
Well, the sun is up and the storm has stopped, now we get to listen to "Blizzard Juan" humour on the local news for another five days while people shovel and plow. Where will all the snow go? Apparently, St. John's no longer dumps their snow into the ocean for a reason I now can't recall. Halifax has a serious "half-metre of snow everywhere, in metre-high drifts" problem to fix, would be interesting if I weren't supposed to be ON A FUCKING PLANE!
Cranky. I wanted to go to Montréal. It was going to be a fun time with close friends, lots of shopping and dancing. Now, I probably won't even see those friends until sometime next week. Despite being in the same city, we see each other too seldom. Cranky cranky cranky.
Light streaming in the window, now that I went out and kicked the snow out of the way. Notice my backpack, ready to go, doomed to sit and gather dust all weekend. Also note the Yellow Pages at left, from trying to call cabbies, airlines, and (soon) pizza deliveries...
Looking left from front door, just like yesterday's pic. Darker than I meant. The telephone pole in the foreground stands next to our "in" driveway, which is impassable. Only the Irving across the street actually has their property connected with the (just barely passable) road.
This picture really doesn't look all that horrible. The tree in the foreground stands next to the "out" driveway, can't even tell it's there.
The "in" driveway leads to here (this is our living room view). The howling winds swept our driveway completely clean, this is not a shoveled area or anything. But the people next door are in a bad state: that blue truck normally gets out by backing up and exiting beside the fence.
This is our backyard/parking area. About five cars are buried in some way back here, with no hope in hell of getting out, since there's 1.5 metres (at least) of drifted snow between them, and a) no way for a plow to get in, b) no room for a plow to maneuver, and c) nowhere for plowed snow to go. The flying snow in the picture is from a person shoveling out their car for some unknown obsessive-compulsive reason, just to stage right. Favourite element in this picture: note the white car buried in the background (hint: you can see the roof only)
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leapfish and I are both cranky. And there's like nothing open to even go spend money to drown our sorrows. Grumble mumble. Can someone out there amuse us?
Cranky. I wanted to go to Montréal. It was going to be a fun time with close friends, lots of shopping and dancing. Now, I probably won't even see those friends until sometime next week. Despite being in the same city, we see each other too seldom. Cranky cranky cranky.
Light streaming in the window, now that I went out and kicked the snow out of the way. Notice my backpack, ready to go, doomed to sit and gather dust all weekend. Also note the Yellow Pages at left, from trying to call cabbies, airlines, and (soon) pizza deliveries...
Looking left from front door, just like yesterday's pic. Darker than I meant. The telephone pole in the foreground stands next to our "in" driveway, which is impassable. Only the Irving across the street actually has their property connected with the (just barely passable) road.
This picture really doesn't look all that horrible. The tree in the foreground stands next to the "out" driveway, can't even tell it's there.
The "in" driveway leads to here (this is our living room view). The howling winds swept our driveway completely clean, this is not a shoveled area or anything. But the people next door are in a bad state: that blue truck normally gets out by backing up and exiting beside the fence.
This is our backyard/parking area. About five cars are buried in some way back here, with no hope in hell of getting out, since there's 1.5 metres (at least) of drifted snow between them, and a) no way for a plow to get in, b) no room for a plow to maneuver, and c) nowhere for plowed snow to go. The flying snow in the picture is from a person shoveling out their car for some unknown obsessive-compulsive reason, just to stage right. Favourite element in this picture: note the white car buried in the background (hint: you can see the roof only)
Grrr.
leapfish and I are both cranky. And there's like nothing open to even go spend money to drown our sorrows. Grumble mumble. Can someone out there amuse us?
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