The white out was as bad as it looked. The snow was absolutely stunning yesterday morning when I walked to the bus and stood waiting. There was hardly any wind and had I had a pen and paper I would have scrawled out quite a scene or beautiful poem. It reminded me of the question "have you ever seen the wind" and how I would answer that question if I was asked. The way the snow moved as one, like a living being, when the wind picked up was amazing, the huge flakes moving in unison before settling back into a straight falling pattern. I knew we were going to get snow...I just wasn't sure if it'd let up or not within an hour or so.
Two hours later, sitting in my NL linguistics class someone brought up that it looked like we were in a cloud. Upon looking out the window one could see the comment was suitable for the time. It was a complete white out, the only thing visible besides a cloud of snow was more snowflakes falling closer to the window. Another hour later and I was walking home in a blizzard. The wind whipped the snow about violently and I wasn't quite sure whether or not it was snowing or it was just the snow coming off the ground that'd fallen earlier that morning. Coming home I figured I'd get the 15 cms off the driveway before we got another 15 cms, shoveling as fast as I could. Needless to say 2 hours of my day yesterday consisted of me digging out the drive and attempting to pile it up on the mountain of snow that was taller than Liz and I.
Now the first thing I want to bring up after describing this is...oh you guessed it...plows. I've come to realize you sick people get joy out of my hatred. There aren't a lot of things that I hate in this world...but ever since I've moved here I cannot begin to explain my loathe for the plows. It never struck me that they could be such a nuisance, in Saskatchewan they didn't even have plows to plow the streets (or so it seemed) and in Red Deer we were far enough away from the main street they didn't bother you at important times used for sleep. And I'm sure by now you've all ready my jumble of letters of a status that I post at 4:00 am in complete fury at being woken up.
However...I am not here to rant about them waking me at 4:00 am. I knew better than anyone that those plows would be out all night last night, not just starting at 4:00 am. I could even hear them when I attempted to lie down at 10:00 pm last night, though their beepers weren't on for some odd reason. So being wiser than I had been in quite a time I plugged my headphones into my ears and kept my ipod on in hopes it'd drown out the sound. It wasn't long till I realized I would probably get less sleep due to being uncomfortable from my headphones than I would if the plows woke me up for 2 hours at 4. Frustrated I put the ipod on my stereo and did my best to fall asleep trying not to think about the 4 am wake up call.
It never came.
At 4:00 my body woke me up, my eyes flickering to my phone to check the time. Anger tore through my veins as I anticipated it had been the plows that had caused me to awake at such an unearthly time. But there was nothing. No beeping, no train in the backyard. Nothing. Calming myself I found I fell asleep, awaking at 6:30 am to hear my roommate before I heard the plow's beepers. That was okay, I was fine with 6:30...it could've been worse.
Frustration did course through my mind however when I stepped out the front door and saw the moderately sized pile of crusty/hard snow the plow had plowed onto our shoveled drive. Just for once I'd thought the plow and I had had some unspoken realization of our hate for each other and were going to compromise. But no. That's not how it's going to be. This is war.
Besides the plow...no I am not sick of all the snow. There's your answer. Ask me in a month. I'm thrilled to see snow in the 2 week forecast and no rain. -crosses fingers- One can hope it doesn't change. I don't know how to shovel anymore snow off the drive when it comes as I can't reach the top of the hill in our yard. I might have to invest in a sled by which I can put snow on and then pull it away to somewhere else and dump it. More ideas will be coming soon.
Stay tuned.
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