Look, I know it snows in March. I’ve been a Canadian for long enough to know that snow can land in May if it feels it has to, and I can recall a mid-April dump of 30 cm back in the days when I had no snowblower.
But still, c’mon already.
Environment Canada has just issued another weather advisory regarding a storm that’s tripping its way across the U.S. mid-west and seriously thinking of popping up to Canada to smack us around with another good ol’ snow bomb, just to keep us on our toes. It’s definitely got its eye on Southern Ontario, but the way things go around these parts, we tend to be along the same track as most of these storms heading for Toronto and area.
If it comes this way, it will do so on a Friday, like it always does. Because Friday, according to what universal authority that governs weather, is the best day for a big snowfall, unless it’s Saturday. So let’s just say the weekend.
Work all week. Shovel snow all weekend. You know, winter.
I’ve got a snowblower, but for many others, armed with just shovels, these things are absolute brutes. For seniors and those unable to exert themselves snow-shovelling, it means possibly being socked-in until somebody comes and digs you out.
Seems these storms, these so-called Colorado lows or Texas lows, like to pile into town on the weekend. To me, retired, every day is the weekend. But after a week of work, people generally like to relax and have fun, not work themselves to death in the driveway shovelling snow laden down with water.
I guess the snow machine crowd is ecstatic, and rightly so, because there have been winters where not much opportunity for sledding has presented itself. Same for the skiers. Good for them. But I do neither, so I’m going to complain.
Why can’t Colorado and Texas keep their own weather? How come we can’t send a good old-fashioned Renfrew low, or high, or whatever, down their way just to give them a dose of their own stuff. Maybe time it so it shows up on the weekend. Of course, I know it doesn’t work that way, but still.
So here comes another one for the weekend maybe.
Once is a thing. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a son-of-a-gun.
NEWSMAGRENFREW 