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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
My true love drowned in a dirty old pan / Of oil that did run from the block / Of a falcon sedan 1969 / The paper said '75 — Neko Case, Star Witness |
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What a weird, wonderful city this is when it snows. A few days ago I woke up with a few inches of snow on my car, and it all disappeared.
Today, there’s a “snow warning”; I’m not sure exactly what qualifies this as a “snow warning” day, but someone, somewher has declared it so it must be true.
People like to joke about Vancouver drivers in the snow compared to Ontario drivers. Lemme tell you - I’ve done both (and quite a bit of the latter) and I’d rather be driving in Ontario. It’s not that people don’t know how to drive out here though…the snow here is slick and slippery and the hills are steep.
Better hope that ABS system works: you’ll need it.
Me? I’m letting Translink do the driving.
But this morning - what a beautiful day. I woke up just before 6 in the morning and popped right out of bed to take the dog for a walk. I love the sound of snowflakes falling on your head; this is the sort of almost non-existent sound that’s astonishing when you experience it. These types of noises are the pleasures that should be held onto, lest they disappear from life for unpredictable reasons.
Today I’m going to play in the snow a little, in the city where it never snows. It’s gonna be fun.
Posted by skooter at 7:07 AM This entry is filed under Vancouver.