Thankful

I’ve never seen anything like it.
Coming from the Maritimes, I’m used to snow.  Last year at this time, it was piled higher than my kitchen window.  I’ve seen blizzards that have dropped over a Metre at once.
But yesterday was absolute insanity.
We got about 40 cm of snow in Southern Ontario, and I drove home from work in the middle of it.
The first time I got stuck was pulling out of the parking garage downtown.  Luckily, there were two men shoveling across the street who quickly pushed me out.
The second time was at the grocery store.   I’d barely gotten in my car and someone showed up to give me a push.
The third time was the challenge.  Our subdivision never got plowed because the plow itself either broke or got stuck (I heard both versions) and hadn’t budged for hours.  But two women and a man helped me for over 30 minutes, until I managed to get into the driveway of yet another helpful neighbor.
Not once did I have to ask for help.
I am amazed by the kindness of Kingston.
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Spring Blizzard

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More snow.

This has been a very long winter. We’ve been hit by another spring storm, only this time it’s an actual blizzard.

It’s increasingly difficult to find the beauty in a spring snowfall, but for a short moment I can appreciate the aesthetic appeal of a rolling sea of white whipping around my house.

That, and it has meant another two days at home with my children.

Relief

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We were out of town yesterday, purchasing a new vehicle.

When we left to return home, it was raining. In a split second, not halfway home, ice pellets were flying at us seemingly from all directions. Minutes later, the ice pellets turned to snow, erasing the road in front of us.

There was nowhere to pull over, no way to turn around. So we inched ahead, holding our breath each time a tractor trailer blew by.

It was twenty minutes that felt like twenty hours.

And such a relief to arrive home.