Someone finally turned the heat on this weekend. It was lovely, warm, hot, amazing and other adjectives used and reused by everyone here. And this is what happens when it suddenly gets hotter in Ottawa…
It rained all day on Friday. It snowed on Saturday. As I’m typing this tonight, on May 1, there’s a freezing rain warning in effect.
Some years, fall can be like a long French movie where you can almost see each leaf changing colour while having an identity crisis and wondering about the meaning of life.
I have dreams, projects, ideas, the whole shebang. But when? When do I get to tackle them?
Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
I reached over to grab my phone, plugged to the charger because surely, the power must have been restored at one point during the night.
There are events you know you will recall vividly years later—what you were doing, where you were, how you dealt with the situation.
What went wrong? The weather, of course.
Remember when I explained you didn’t want to get caught in an ice storm? Well, you probably don’t want to get caught in the summer version of these ice storms either—Ottawa’s legendary downpours.
On the evening of December 23, we drove to downtown Ottawa in a blizzard. Why? Because we’re Canadians and we fucking drive in a blizzard if needed, that’s why.
The weather was summery and gorgeous until it wasn’t, and apparently the decision was made overnight.
I always brainstorm Halloween with the best of intentions and little foresight. Typically, it’s September…
In doubt, come to the lawn of the highest office in the land and express your Canadianess.
Tropical storm Harvey made a landing in Ottawa yesterday, right before Labour Day.
On Friday night, twelve hours before what had been hyped up as “Canada’s big milestone” in “Ottawa, the place to be,” we had facts but no specific plan.
It starts with a predictable giant sign—well, two, actually, “Ottawa” and “#Stand for Canada.”
You wouldn’t believe how popular the yearly Tulip Festival is. Busloads of tourists suddenly show up to take pictures of flower beds and it’s almost impossible to find a parking spot around Dow’s Lake.
At first, rain was good news. Non-frozen water falling from the sky meant temperatures were going up and we were transitioning into spring.
I still couldn’t believe how far the car had travelled from the moment it had crossed the median to where it had finally landed.
It’s only later in the evening that I learned this piece of trivia: that Thursday, temperatures on Mars had been warmer than in Ottawa.
The “extreme weather warning” issued by our messiah, The all-almighty Weather Network, was not a joke. Yet, until the night before, it felt surreal.
It was snowing. In October. Not the kind of slightly wet rain that can still pass as your regular fall rain, but big fluffy snowflakes, the kind Hollywood favours to feature in Christmas family movies.
I will add this moment to my long list of #facepalm #innocentmoments. Phew.