I’ve spent the past 36 hours witnessing the biggest blizzard of my life. This is my fourth winter living near Lake Huron in southwestern Ontario, but I’ve never seen anything like this before. It started out fine — just a really heavy snowfall yesterday morning. I got A. ready for his first day back at school after two weeks of Christmas holidays, only to discover that the school was closed. Since I was already outside with the boys, I started shovelling out the driveway, only to discover that the snow was falling nearly as quickly as I was removing it. At least the boys were eager to help, so I put them to work cleaning off the car.
By early afternoon, the wind picked up — and it hasn’t stopped since yesterday. I can feel huge gusts come whipping up off the lake, beating against the house relentlessly. The doors rattle and the whole house creaks. The screens are plastered with a layer of snow that makes the inside of the house feel like a burrow. I’m actually very glad to live in an old house that’s 110 years old. It has proven itself by withstanding a century of tempestuous Great Lakes weather, including the epic storm of 1913. Surely it will protect through this one.
Jason was dismissed early from work, thankfully before all the highways were officially shut down by the roads department. Then I heard this morning that all snow plows were removed from the roads last night due to safety concerns. Everyone is just hunkering down till the storm runs its course because it’s useless to do anything else. This is what I saw when Jason opened the front door this morning:
On the home front, things are going pretty well. A. went outside to help his dad shovel for a little while today, but returned after ten minutes. I think the -35 degree Celsius wind chill was a bit much for his tender cheeks. The boys are content building blanket forts, playing with their trains and marble run, reading stories, and hunting monsters upstairs in the dark with their swords. I’m making great headway with Lord of the Rings, which is good because I’m racing my brother to the end. (He’s currently in the lead.)
I suspect tomorrow will be yet another snow day because the wind continues to blow and I still can’t see across the street. Even if it does stop soon, it will take a few days for everyone to dig themselves out. In the meantime, I’ll continue to revel in this fabulous weather; as strange as it sounds, I really love a good snowstorm.