At the height of the blizzard yesterday the OPP closed their offices in Wiarton and Chatsworth. That would be a great time to rob a bank, except they were all closed too. And good luck making your getaway when all roads out of town are shut down.
I was saddened to see that the Cannabis Horticulture Society cancelled their 8:40 meeting. These folks have a thing about numbers, don't they? An 8:40 meeting? And it's just a coincidence that 8:40 happens four hours and twenty minutes after 4:20?
Our lovely neighbour around the corner had already blown out the drive with his giant tractor by the time I rolled out of bed this morning. I still had to retrieve the snowblower out of the shed to do a little trim work around the edges. The drifts between the shed and the house were over four feet deep. It took an hour to clear a path to the house and fifteen minutes to do the trim work.
The sledders are making up for lost time. Who needs trails when the roads are closed? They'll be working overtime to wring every last bit of climate-killing frivolity out of their machines over the next couple of days.
Environment Canada tells me there's a chance of rain showers for Sunday night.
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