Although yesterday’s predicted snowpocalypse wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped, I’m not going to be one of those people who sneer, “Duh, it’s Canada. It snows. Get over it,” because I understand the advance buzz about these storms makes life a little more exciting and I’m all for that.
We weren’t buried alive in snow, but we did receive a fair amount – I’d guess between a foot and a foot and a half or whatever that is in metric. (Must remember to study up on the metric system soon because I “teach” it to the kids next month. Maybe they’ll know it and can teach me.) Anyway, I can’t gauge exactly how much snow fell because I’m doing all my guesstimating from inside where it’s warm and dry and requires slightly less shovelling.
Exhibit A: snow drift on the deck, taken during the storm yesterday afternoon –
The table on the right that’s almost covered in snow is quite a tall table, so I’d guess the drift is a good two and a half feet, maybe three feet there. No, I will not go measure it.
Exhibit B – snow drift at front door, taken this morning –
Note the impression of the door panels in the compressed snow. Very classy.
Exhibit C: Murray met by wall of snow at back door, taken this morning –
Poor guy. Nowhere to look but up.
Wow! You guys got it a lot worse than we did. It was predicted that we would get 20 to 30 cms. of snow but we only got about 15 cms. That’s about 6″. After all the hype about it being the worst storm of the winter, I feel positively gypped. However, it’s the first time since 1990 or 1991 that Toronto schools had a snow day. The kids were happy but at the end of the day a lot of parents were upset because they had to make arrangements for their kids to be looked after or take the day off work. Love the picture of your front door snow drift.
There were two school snow days here, not that it matters to us any more. The kids say it isn’t fair that they have school on days the regular schools are closed; I say the other kids probably think it isn’t fair these guys are done by one o’clock every afternoon. You win some and you lose some.
Plus, when you’re sick, they get a really short day. Other kids don’t get that bonus.
Seriously. They got three weeks off at Christmas because I was deathly ill and do they appreciate it? Ingrates.
Oh boy! You just can’t satisfy kids, no matter what. Just remind them that the kids in Toronto have only had 2 snow days in 6 years and no parental sick days.