Monday, January 15, 2007

Ice Storm

Hailing from a place with notoriously mild winters, I don't remember ever seeing this phenomenon in person before. Sooo...this is what a tree looks like when it's encased in ice. Actually it's quite pretty, besides the fact that it's interesting from a meteorological perspective. These are both from my yard.
From Ice Storm 01-...

From Ice Storm 01-...

Officially Winter

Well, it snowed today for the first time this winter. Well, snowed enough to stick to the ground anyway. This is my backyard. Yes, it does need to be mowed. Please direct all comments and complaints on this topic to Lunger. Just click on "My Husband" on the right over there and fire away. It was a beautiful day and it's supposed to snow more tomorrow. I kind of feel bad for all those poor shlubs with jobs.
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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

It’s a clear night and downtown Burlington glitters across the lake. Down the hill, the traffic light at Highway 8 and Millen blinks from red to green. The big front window in my living room reflects the low, yellow light from lamps and the soft shimmer of my Christmas tree. The furnace rumbles and sighs through floor vents while Marko chortles in his sleep. I click out a few new paragraphs on the computer, but otherwise the house is still.

I didn’t put any clothes or linens in the washing machine today. I didn’t sweep the floor, mop the bathroom, or wipe down the stove. I slept until noon and read a novel in the living room, then warmed up a pork roast in the oven for Marko to eat when he came home from school. I stirred some instant coffee into boiling water and ate a toasted bagel.

That’s what I did until Marko came home and my mother called. I talked with her on the phone. She says my brother is fine, but it’s hard to tell if you can’t see his face. She says Aunt Brenda is sick but won’t go to the doctor. And Grandmargaret is happy because it snowed on Tuesday, and she likes to see the flaky fairyland slough down through the air.

It snowed here on Tuesday too, but nothing stuck. Canadians are happy with their mild winter, except for the ones who work at ski resorts. Even though I’ve lived here for a year, I still like to see the snow just like my grandmother does. It’s still novel, magical to me. Maybe if I had to get up and go to work everyday like normal people, I wouldn’t like slushing through the snow. Maybe.

It’s January 11, 2007, and the good folks down at Immigration Canada are processing applications for permanent residency that they received on March 27, 2006. They received my application on April 9th, and I’m hoping that they’ll process my application by the end of February. After all, I am getting a little bit bored.