The temperature drop has arrived; not quite the deep freeze originally predicted but cold enough to turn toes into ice cubes nevertheless. The snowfall predictions, on the other hand, just keep getting deeper and deeper. Be warned, if you don't find your shovel; your mailman won't be finding you. Having the worst storm in half a decade coincide with the heaviest mail of the year is going to be devastating; walking through heavy snow tires one quickly and there is always the next day and the day after that to be thought of.
What can I say about the week that was? I began it feeling fatigued and disaffected. Dined out at East Side Mario’s on Monday and Swiss Chalet on Wednesday. Being slow on the uptake I was slow to react when someone from the kitchen at Swiss Chalet came up to shake my hand—I’m also not totally comfortable with being called “Sir.” Turns out it was one of my fellow workers moonlighting as a chef—too bad this happened to be the day my chicken was overdone and my fries soggy. Tuesday is new release day for DVD’s and I picked up the latest Harry Potter and Bourne movies. I figure when I combine a ten mile drive to the nearest movie theatre, a $15.00 ticket, $10.00 pop corn, and the aggravation of sitting through half an hour of advertising that buying the DVD is cheaper in the long run and I can watch it as often as I wish, when I wish, and put it on pause or finish it later as the whim takes me. Unfortunately I’ll have to watch both movies a second time before I can truly evaluate them as I fear I may have napped through sections of both this week. What can I say? This was also Microsoft Patch release day and Redmond obliged by releasing its usual basket of updates—one wonders why they even bother; at least this week I haven’t noticed any major problems with those updates.
Visited my bank on Tuesday after Future Shop challenged my VISA Card and was nonplussed about being informed that I would get faster service if I placed a call to their call centre. From there attempted to do some grocery shopping at Longos and was once more reminded how much I detest having the aisles in my favourite store rearranged so often. So much of what one picks up weekly one grabs because one is familiar with where one has picked it up in the past. When it isn’t there one tends to arrive home without key shopping needs and this is particularly true when one is dog tired in the first place.
Got to go out and do a couple emergency lock changes this week; on Thursday I had the distinct pleasure of navigating back streets during a snow squall that turned them into skating rinks and coated every street sign with wet snow. In those circumstances finding one’s way becomes a challenge. On foot I’ve been known to brush the snow off to be sure I know where I was taking the mail but behind the wheel in traffic it’s another matter. The joys of winter in Ontario—joys we could all have done without or at least have gladly delayed until after the Christmas rush was over.
As well this week my body has been giving me irrefutable admonitions to inform me that my hours spent behind this keyboard have left me out of shape for tasks such as shovelling snow. I need to get out and get active again to get back in shape—both in terms of my physical form and general fitness level. Apparently use it or lose it is reality.
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