Since I’m back to a 9-to-5 schedule, I take my week-ends rather seriously. Unfortunately, the powerful Canadian weather Gods conspired against me. It is March, really? Doesn’t feel like it. I know we skipped most of the winter but this doesn’t mean I wanted to experience it in March!
Saturday was a slush day. It rained a lot: some of the water froze right away (yay, icy sidewalks!) and large pools of water accumulated everywhere (yay, soaked pants!). Because most drains are still blocked by the snow, streets were flooded and the general feeling was “ugh, yucky!”.
I spent the night reinstalling Windows 7 on my computer since I caught a nasty virus earlier this week. Seriously, there should be a special place in Siberia or the Sahara desert for people who code viruses. This one slowed down my computer and kept on redirecting me to spammy websites. I figured it was easier to reformat my hard drive and start fresh rather than trying to get rid of it and it took me hours to back up my documents, reinstall the OS and all of my programs.
By the time I was done, it was almost 1 a.m. I went outside for a breather and discovered it was snowing pretty heavily. It was beautiful actually, in a pretty eerie way. We didn’t get any warning this time, which is funny because it was supposed to snow a lot the last couple of weeks and nothing had happened.
On Sunday morning, we got our “Canadians fighting the weather” kit out: shovel, salt and gloves. It took me almost 20 minutes to clear the pathway to the house, the wind had blown the snow everywhere. I think we got close to 10 centimeters of snow this time.
March is always the hardest month for me. I don’t mind the slow descent into winter in November and December. I can deal with January and February because it’s cold in most temperate countries as well. But in March, when the rest of the world is watching the flowers bloom and enjoying warmer temperatures, we are still dealing with severe winter conditions. It feels like the winter is never going to end.
And I have the nagging feeling I’m living in a giant fridge, in the freezer section.