Day 60 Expect the Unexpected
I didn’t see this coming. Yesterday the neighbourhood was aflutter with wheelbarrows, pruning shears, aerators and lime. Today? Snow.
It was even more dramatic at 7 am, when my daughter poked me to ask I’d be able to get down the mountain to school. I looked outside. White-out. Seriously, if there’d have been wind, it would have been blizzard. It was quite pretty, actually, thick fluffy flakes big as your hand, falling lazily like a soft feather blanket. Made me want to go back to bed, so I told her it would be irresponsible to attempt driving in such weather.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’d have been able to get down; the problem is, I can’t get back up until it melts. On days like this, there’s usually a parking-lot full of cars abandoned at the bottom by people who’ve miscalculated, and I don’t intend to be one of them.
Happily, the roads look like should be fine by 3:30.
Too bad about school, but missing yoga, well, we can’t have that! It’s Day 60, after all…