Well, our brief waltz with warm weather has certainly vamoosed. It started to snow before we went to bed last night, and continues to do so (profusely) even at this late stage of the morning.

Up until this snowy reminder that we do indeed live in Canada, we had been enjoying a very temperate thaw for the past few days. Which had actually given us a recurring unique daily phenomenon related to the thaw and freeze. Or, more work for poor, ailing Mr. That Dan Guy…

As each day brought sun and warm weather, the snow packed on our yards in the neighborhood would begin to melt. For some inexplicable reason (Dan’s Inescapable Attraction Of Murphy’s Law), snow between our yard and our neighbor’s formed a bit of a glacial icefield, pouring slowly but surely across the lawns, and cascading over the public sidewalk, which we are required via by-law regulations to keep clear and safe. This icefield would eventually cover about 12 yards of concrete in ice as thick as a steel plate, at least to my poor old plastic snow shovel.

This occurrence had me routinely out applying driveway salt to the sidewalk, even though I was almost completely hobbled by a cold that did everything in its power to hobble my iron will. Over the course of a week, I began to feel like I was salting a 10-mile meatloaf, a couple of times a day.

No more worry about that now, I’m happy to report. Any ice lurking on the sidewalk is now comfortably resting beneath a foot of snow. These are the times I’m truly happy that I bought Mrs. That Dan Guy her brand-new top-of-the-line Acme Wide Scoop snow shovel. I think I feel faint – must have overdone my cold meds last night…

Chow for now!!