We got our first snow this weekend and it looks like it’s here to stay. I know this is what happens where we live, but I’m finding it difficult to come to terms with. There’s a dark cloud over my head about the arrival of full-fledged winter, which seems kind of wrong when I live in a good, safe, comfortable city with many friends and family around me. I keep reminding myself that many people would give anything to be in my situation, which unfortunately does little to lift my spirits. So, a generous dollop of guilt for my ungratefulness is a nice complement to the dread I’m feeling about how I’m going to get through the next four or five months.
I hope you didn’t come here expecting to find something cheery and positive. Sorry. Here’s a picture of Lexie to cheer you up. She stayed with me on Monday morning, which was pretty fun.
I pride myself on being a pretty good winter driver. In my approximately 30 years of driving (I can hardly believe that … oh boy, am I old!), I don’t think I’ve ever had an accident. As I was driving along Monday morning after dropping Spencer off and the carpool kids at school, being proud and haughty of my awesome driving record, I hit an icy patch as I came near the turnoff onto Route 90. I couldn’t stop or turn in time, and I clunked the van up onto the curb of the little barrier boulevard. I sat there for a second, then put the van in reverse, backed down off the curb, and drove away. Amazingly, everything seemed fine but I was shaking the whole way home. I’m so thankful no other car was involved and I’m so thankful that the van seems okay. I hope there’s no internal injuries that will affect the van later, but it’s not like the van is in the prime of its life anyway. But it didn’t deserve to hit a curb.
Since then I’ve been more cautious on the roads. But if I’m worried in a vehicle, I can’t imagine how cyclists must feel. I’m noticing a lot of cyclists on the road and I can’t help but admire them, but mostly I just feel very, very scared for them. I saw two cyclists biking along on the icy streets in Osborne Village tonight - one was wearing a ball cap and one other was wearing a beret. Maybe they feel like a helmet won’t do much for them if they slip under the wheels of a bus. It was dark and neither had reflective clothing or lights on their bike, so I’m guessing safety does not come first.
And here's Lexie again. She's a little frustrated with trying to get that baby's pants on.
Here's a random picture involving an interesting onion ring and Chloe.
Here's an awful picture depicting the cold and messiness of the season that is now upon us.
And finally, a happy Lexie picture. That cheers me up a little.