It snowed this weekend. I did not see this coming, having moved out here in part to escape it, but there it was on Saturday morning: a thin white blanket of snow covering the green grass, still more tumbling down from the sky. Seemed like a good time to get into the Christmas spirit. A trip to Canadian Tire returned a cheap fake tree. With a box of decorations and mugs of eggnog-laced coffee in hand, with Elvis crooning on the stereo, we set to work...
The snow was all gone by the next day, washed away in a torrent of rain that also threatened to bring sludge and filth down from the mountains in what's apparently an annual Vancouver tradition: a boil water advisory. Speaking of brown water and sludge, I booked my flight back to Edmonton for the holidays last week. I expect it'll be the last time I head out for Christmas. Between the cost and the general hassle of traveling during that time of year, I figure there's no reason not to wait for a cheaper and quieter time to go home in future. Still, I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends, revisiting some old haunts and maybe finding some new ones.
I might even get around to posting again before then. Who knows?
No comments:
Post a Comment