January 10 2016
January 10 was not a funny day at all.
It started with heavy rains – it seemed like the flood was coming. I tried to get out on my balcony with my coffee and the rain drops were so large that splashed in my coffee and the coffee spilled over my hand. Luckily, it had already cooled down by then as I couldn’t drink it immediately after I had made it. Sometimes bad things happen with a purpose and actually help you more than you could imagine.
Heavy rain meant no real walk for Rex too and he didn’t take it too kindly. He was antsy all morning and insisted in going out several times only to run back inside.
When he finally couldn’t wait anymore, we went in the yard – he did; I stayed nicely sheltered in the doorway. Now, finding himself in the yard, he tried to outrun the rain and, because of the mud, he skid to the other side of the yard in one long slide and finished his ride with his little head right in the fence.
Imagine, he was not very happy about that either and expressed his deep dissatisfaction by barking at the offending fence for a few minutes. I let him be – I didn’t feel like going out in the rain to intervene in his conversation and I know very well that yelling never helped. Besides that, he had the right of it – he was the injured party after all.
The afternoon was something else, though. Suddenly, the temperature dropped dramatically and a snow storm started.
I wouldn’t have minded the snow but the winds were so high that I was sure that the door from my balcony would give in in the end. Even now, there’s a strong wind and sometimes the gushes are so strong that it feels like the house would be taken away. It is a wood house, as most in this country. I lived through storms like that back home but with the brick houses, the feeling is not the same.
I only hope that the door will withstand everything tonight, and I won’t find myself frozen in the middle of the night, especially as I am not a handy person and I wouldn’t know how to fix it even if I’d turn into an iceman (or should I say ice-woman?).
The tragedy is that my mutt considers that the wind is his number one enemy tonight, followed by the stars, which he could see when he went out on the terrace, and then by the planes that are still taking off from Pearson airport in spite of the harsh natural elements. At least his list is very well organized, although it changes almost every day. Hadn't been for the incessant barking, everything would be funny.
The morning rain turned into ice in the evening and going out, before they cleaned the paths, was a real adventure, and not one without danger, either. I am completely blue on one part of my body (I won’t mention here which) however the bruise is extensive and it makes it difficult to sit in front of the computer.
Now, the problem is that in everything I do – my day job, my side projects and so on, I have to seat down in front of my laptop and that makes it less funny.
I feel like taking a week-vacation from everything (and fly to Cuba – that would be a hoot!) but unfortunately, that's not a possibility in my agenda: too many things to do and all of them with a specific deadline. This will prove to be a lesson in tenacity, I think.
Right now, I am stuck with winter, and I have to confess that I felt rugged only after ten minutes in the wind. You know, that makes me think of my age.
I remember, in the past, once, I had to walk 12 km through a snow storm and I made it just fine. Hadn’t been for the howling of the wolves that sounded quite near, I wouldn’t have complained too much.
Now, without wolves, and only after 10 minutes, I am like a wrung cloth. I don’t think it is fair. As long as the spirit is young, the body should keep up. It feels like a betrayal: to feel like dancing the marathon and be in crutches (well, that’s an exaggeration – I am springy enough, not for an entire marathon, I am sure, but I am up for half of it).
Truly, this has been a day that brought back many memories. I was stuck in my personal bubble with interactions only through email – some of them quite pleasant, but not all of them – and I had time to think back: to my last trip to ski – I broke my ankle before even managing to put my skis on, to the days spent digging through the snow to make tunnels and build an igloo (it happened only once, but it was one of the funniest winters I have ever lived – I think that the fact that school was postponed for a week counted as well).
Now, I don’t like the harshness of the weather – my bones are in full protest right now, the dog hates the wind and the cat oscillates between being fascinated and being scared. Only my daughter hopes that it would get worse: thus she won’t have to go to school tomorrow. I have to go to work, even if she apparently thinks that I could choose and stay at home.
Let’s skip over. The weather is depressive enough and I don’t feel like getting into philosophical matters and discussing things like: where have I gone wrong?
I will not dwell on anything wrong. Life is good, as it is, and trials are there to make one stronger. I, for one, am good enough at taking everything in stride and making the best of all.
Today, it was a day of work (boring work, moreover) and tribulations. I know I have had the bad luck to fall because of the ice, but it was not as bad as some of the falls I had last year.
Once, after I had just bought a coffee from Tim Hortons, I was hurrying to cross the street to get to my office, and the traffic lights were about to change. I didn’t even make it to the crossing markings. A patch of ice sneaked on me and I went down, the coffee went up and ahead and landed right on the front coat of a well-dressed man. Luckily, he was also a well-educated man. He didn’t yell, swear or unlashed at me but he even helped me up. Of course, that didn’t make me feel less guilty for his pretty coat – even if coffee doesn’t stain (or does it? – I really don’t know).
What I know is that tomorrow something new will come up and I won’t be stuck in not having subjects for my blog and I will stop boring the brave ones that are still reading it.
So, I am waiting for the day to come and I do hope I’ll manage to get to work without falling down – I will have to carry the company’s laptop with me and I wouldn’t be too happy if something happened to it.
Fingers crossed! All of you! Then surely everything will be all right.
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