Snow Day

Apr. 2nd, 2011 08:19 pm
the_goren_show: (musing)
So, overnight a whole whack of heavy wet late season snow has fallen and crippled the city.  The irony of course is that the one weekend I felt like going out and doing things, I can't.  The car is snowed in the garage (10-15 cm fell with another 5 to 10 possible before the snow stops) and the buses can't make it up the hill so we are all alone with our low class neighbours in the rathole on the hill.  This sucks.

Luckily we are on the hilltop, because tomorrow it's all supposed to melt and people in low lying parts of the city will probably get flooded out.

Ah Calgary in springtime, you never fail to fuck us up!
the_goren_show: (facepalm)
No, not really but it's been far enough above freezing for three days now that the snow that fell one week ago is now turning into rivers on the roads.  The car is constantly dirty and I can't help but twitch everytime I look at it.

Not to mention, I discovered Nissan (and probably many newer car makers) actually created an idiot light for low windshield washer fluid.  This fills me with despair for the human race.  If you aren't doing at least once a week walkarounds of your car to check tires and fluids, I don't think you ought to be on the road!

My only consolation is that Max isn't the only mud coloured car out there.

Snow Day

Feb. 7th, 2011 08:02 am
the_goren_show: (sigh)
As in I was out in the snow when I should have been staying home and off the roads.  Nothing like creeping along snow covered roads churned up by the massive tires on a bus into ruts that send you randomly bouncing off across them like a steel ball in a pinball game while praying you don't actually have to come to a full stop at anytime before you reach your destination.

I almost didn't make it out of the back alleyway and only sheer luck managed to be on my side so that I could get out.  The alleyway runs north/south and the whole of it beyond where I turn into my garage has been reduced to sheer ice - that's almost a whole block of ice covered with at least six to seven inches of light fluffy unpackable snow.  If you think of icing sugar or cornstarch, you just about have the consistency of the crap I drove to work in, with roughly the same properties.  It's not wet enough to pack down under the wheels and almost acts like a liquid as you make your best effort to get the hell out of a thick drift of it.  I could not go north, I had to reverse and go south and back out of the alley, which was cleared of ice only by the unseasonably warm days we had leading up to this latest snow dump, onto the usually busy street that wasn't so busy.

Some people apparently do get snow days.

With around six inches of snow out there on top of icy roads and the dreaded white crap still drifting down from the sky to the tune of another six inches, getting the car home should be interesting.  I may just be leaving it here and stuffing myself onto public transit with the rest of the masses just for safety's sake.
the_goren_show: (serious muse)
I don't know why I keep this journal some days.  I mean I have things I want to talk about and in the end, by the time I log in and get here, I can't be arsed to write about them.

This morning I girded my loins and took my newest fear of being in a car accident in both hands and drove through the craptacular weather (10 cm of snow in less than 24 hours) to fulfill a promise.  It took three times as long as usual to get there.  I drove in second gear most of the way and muttered "It's a sedan not a SUV" to the assholes riding my bumper.  I watched a lot of SUV's and minivans slip sliding all over the place but other than when we hit thick clumps of snow, Max behaved admirably for being a sedan.

He's still not a 4X4 and I won't be going out again until work Monday morning.  It's odd how anxieties develop out of the tiniest of incidents.  One little thump on the bumper and I'm suddenly a white knuckle driver.

That pretty much pisses me off, but I'm pissed off a lot lately.  I may journal about it later, I may not.  No idea.  Going to go find something else to do for a while now.
the_goren_show: (facepalm)
Screw that, a very bad week because of winter blasts constantly below -20 C and oftentimes with the windchill reaching -30 C.  The snow that falls gets packed to the roads thanks to the snowmelt stuff they use to try and keep it clear.  The snowmelt cakes to the cars and gets everywhere - on pants, coats, shoes.  Worst of all is that when it is constantly that cold, the snowmelt mixture can't keep up and the roads get black ice on them as the blowing snow polishes the packed down and melted snow and slush to a perfect sheen.

I drive carefully in these conditions, erring on the slow side of cautious when going down hills because you never know when the bottom of the slope will be black ice.  After a hard mushy brained week where I was distracted constantly by a lot of shit, I was looking forward to driving carefully to a millionaires neighbourhood, doing my house check and then going home to settle in to stay warm for two days until I go back to work and it's supposed to be a little warmer.  Mr. Max and I set out for the slow inexorable drive to the big house and then home through a clear but bitterly cold day.

I never got out of sight of work before the big fuck with me hammer fell. )
Needless to say, I ache and I'm not sure how I'm going to face getting back in the car tomorrow.  It's supposed to be a little warmer and the city should have had time to go out and sand and grade the roads but I'm going to have to take an Ativan to turn the key and I hate that.  I don't like having to be drugged to do anything, much less drive on hazardous roads.  Monday, I will have to take a different and notoriously accident prone road to work and I'm not happy about that at all because everyone else will be in the same boat as I.  The street I usually take and am comfortable with is closed for three weeks for utility work, so I'm stuck with the deadly route.

I hate winter.
the_goren_show: (Default)
Since the last cold snap, it has been ungodly unseasonal outside.  There have been a few cool or snowy days, but nothing like usually happens during February.  Call me a pessimist but I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, I've lived one too many years in this city by the mountains to be lulled into putting away my snow brush and heavy winter overcoats and shoes by anything less than green leaves and the calandar showing mid-June.

Tonight, the other shoe dropped, as did an inch or so of slushy snow.  It's the sort of snow that brings no joy to anyone as it mostly melts when it hits the ground, turning into icy slush that makes driving or even walking a life threatening activity.  Sanding trucks and plows are out on the streets and I guided the car through the streets in second gear to keep from slip-sliding into intersections.

The snow remains, mute and unchangeable.

28 days

Feb. 5th, 2008 12:46 am
the_goren_show: (Default)
28 days until I go to the polls.  The election call came tonight... and in 28 days, no matter which stripe of politician makes it in, it's business as usual - for them and for me.

It's not as beautiful outside tonight, the day was warmer and the ice crystal snow that was like standing inside a snow globe is gone.  All that's left in it's place is the muck and mire of another city winter night with the steam escaping from the manholes and the sanding trucks lights sending out an amber lighthouse glow through the damp foggy air.  Driving here tonight I didn't want to come, didn't want to be alone with my thoughts in the silence but I have a duty to be here... made a promise bound to my sense of honour to come and sit through the lonely nights with the silence broken only by the tap of the keys and the fan on the computer.  I am their guard dog in my black suit and tie, condemned to wander the halls and grounds while bristling at the sounds in the night so they may sleep peacefully.

I wouldn't mind it if it didn't somehow feel like a rejection of me as a human being. 
the_goren_show: (Default)
The night outside is cold and it's snowing - the sort of snow that glitters like minute shards of glass scattered on the road, glass not big enough to cut the skin but insidious enough to burrow into the flesh a millimeter at a time and years later suddenly hurts when you put weight on it.  Driving to work I saw the glitter before and after as the splinters of ice danced in the draft behind the car and I blankly had to wonder why in the middle of all the beauty (and it is beautiful) all I could see was the way it would hurt.

But that's the beauty of being here... in this space this is my show.  I program it, write it and watch it unfold around me.  I'll even end up caught up in some dangerous plot twists here and there.  I can promise you it won't be a linear narrative - there are lots of tangential roads to explore in the dark country of my mind.  But it won't all be dark, some of it will be beautiful as the glittering snow outside and I suspect occasionally we will laugh at the antics we read - you before I to be sure.

In any case, you're welcome to The Goren Show, hope you enjoy the ride. 


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