It has been a crazy winter, weather-wise, for us living out here on the left coast of the country — rain, snow, sleet, hail, sun, we’ve had it all in spades ! (and then some)
This morning broke with 6 inches of fresh snow and it hasn’t yet stopped coming down. Yes, Maggie was beside herself with glee this morning when she saw that the ground was once again white but all I could think was: man the commute is going to be a bitch! (one of the drawbacks of living pretty much at the base of a ski hill, though I live in the city, is that we get snow, lots of it, and the roads are steep and Vancouver is not at all prepared to deal with this combination).
Having faith that I would indeed get to work, I trudged out to the bus stop at my usual hour, only to wait with “the gang” for a good 50 minutes or so, in the cold and snow, while no busses came in any direction. Just when we had about given up hope, a truly lovely soul stopped and offered 3 of us a ride down the hill to catch the city-bound bus.
Bless her heart!
Thanks to that I was less than an hour late for work and have a warm and fuzzy story to tell.