December 22nd, 2013

hasui snow scene

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Yes, that's exactly what it's like. Well played, sir. My own wandering doggie is 'officious', except I found a mnemonic for that one. Predictably, I can't remember what the other word is that I always forget. Possibly 'gratuitous'.

Ounce of prevention dep't: the salt I laid down last night turned the falling ice into a brittle crust, easily swept away this morning. Looking up and down the street, I mourn that I'm the only one with such foresight. Where are the Italian nonni of yesteryear, who not only would have salted pre-storm but would be out at 7 am shovelling it all away? Tell ya, this is what happens when you let yuppies into your neighbourhood...

Clearly I'm not going anywhere today-- unless the temps go up enough to let me chop ice on my route to the bus stop, against tonight's cold snap.
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Triumph

1. Slippers found in dark corner of living room behind the bicycle. No, I don't know how either.

2. Sidewalk is clear right to the corner. The remaining block to the bus stop is slightly impeded by a large tree branch, but hey-- twigs give traction.

3. Unfortunate Canada Post employee, sent out to deliver parcels on a Sunday, in the ice, uphill both ways, nonetheless delivers my quilt from incandescens. And it is, as always, far more gorgeous than the pictures can show. I gloat over my two gemlike downstairs quilts.

4. Except that I'm upstairs for the evening because ow, shovelling ice all the way to the corner... Ativan and beanbags are us.