My skylight is a snow-light. Simon has recently come in from using the snowblower – you’d hardly know it. I took the dogs into the back four for a quick stroll – more like fighting our way through waist-high fluff. No – wait – we did fight our way through waist-high fluff – very cold and white fluff.

And it’s still coming down.

This means another snow day. Housebound. Highway three is closed to the Alberta border. The weather network seems to think we are breaking records for snowfall.

I’m with Lucy Van Pelt on this one: “This is Bullshit!”

That said, there’s really nothing for it but to make the best of it. So it’s a day of baking sourdough bread – and that is an all-day chore. Simon is finishing the tongue and groove ceiling. We are both writing. If we  run out of essentials from the store, that’s the way it is – there will be no going to the store.

I do have high hopes for the quality of the snowshoeing once the snow actually stops and the roads are plowed enough so that we can get through.

And now that I am stuck here, I can’t help but think that this would be the ideal time to have profound thoughts and write a truly inspiring blog. Of course, that would have to mean that inspiration can be called up at a moment’s notice: snap of the fingers! Voila! Deep thoughts!

My thoughts, at the moment, are focussed on the depth of the snow, which I believe is creeping up past two feet.

I have been spending less time on politics – less and less – and I’m pleased about that. I take great hope in seeing how the judiciary in the US is stopping Drumpf – and how the rest of the world is reacting. I am beginning to think that humour and ridicule are our best weapons – and, of course, standing firm and defiantly when need be.

Truth is our best weapon. Satire doesn’t hurt either.

I actually think that the majority of us have learned something from history. There will always be the raging fanatics who are extremely vocal and destructive – and so visible that we might think that they are the majority. I am sure they are not. We are all going to come out stronger and better. We are rising to the occasion. We are winning. Even when it seems we are not, I am sure that we are.

Love always trumps (pardon the pun) fear.

Love rules.

Love is the glue that holds the universe together. We must ever forget that. Even when it seems that snow is the universal sticky stuff.


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About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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2 Responses to Snowmageddon

  1. Two rules , keep the gas jugs for the snowblower always full and keep the fridge and cupboards well stocked 🙂 You will survive Snowmaggedon

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