It snowed steadily all day. Dad told me to enjoy it because you only get to see a hundred snows, according to some Japanese poet. (always with the esoteric oriental wisdom ;) I shovelled my parents’ driveway for hours, or so it felt. I swear, they have the biggest freaking driveway on the street.
The snow is gorgeous, of course, but sadly always reminds me of a few years ago, when I missed Dr. Peter Loeffler’s funeral at UBC because I was totally snowed in. It also reminds me of being called “Frosty” in grade eight because the snow didn't melt in my hair—that memory is neutral, though.
Spent the rest of the day watching Mr.Show and researching “Loss Prevention” (for ‘SuddenMvmnt’). I’m pretty sure another shovelling will be necessary in the morning.
The snow is gorgeous, of course, but sadly always reminds me of a few years ago, when I missed Dr. Peter Loeffler’s funeral at UBC because I was totally snowed in. It also reminds me of being called “Frosty” in grade eight because the snow didn't melt in my hair—that memory is neutral, though.
Spent the rest of the day watching Mr.Show and researching “Loss Prevention” (for ‘SuddenMvmnt’). I’m pretty sure another shovelling will be necessary in the morning.
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