Like the Transport Quebec mouth-piece kept saying on the radio: vizzie-billie-tee zee-roh. Or visibility zero, if you need the translation.
Our snow removal contractor came by this morning, and within 45 minutes, it was like he hadn't even come by at all. In fact, he's been by twice already, and it's impossible to tell with the drifting.
And my car? You want to know where my car is? Why, it's in the garage:
It looks like I won't be going anywhere until when? March?
A blizzard like this comes along once in a while, and truth be told, we've become soft over the past few years. I remember storms like this as a kid, where it took days to dig out from a big snowfall, but in recent years, we might have one or two big storms over 30 cm per season. No big deal, really, but when it's combined with heavy winds, zero visibility, and reports of snow plows in the ditch, the only real option is to hunker down by the fire, grab some knitting, make some tea, and ride it out like the big white wave it is.
There'll be plenty of time for digging out tomorrow. (Or in March?)
The look on Bob's face says it all:
The worried look on his face also happens to resembles mine (minus the fur) as I take the last piece of firewood and chuck it into the wood stove, knowing full well that my next pit stop is going to be the wood shed. The thought of spending the rest of my day freezing doesn't sit well. During storms like this, power failures are much more likely, generally because some inexperienced driver has taken out a hydro pole. A small localized power-outage like that is low on Hydro Quebec's totem pole, pardon the pun. Speaking from experience, those power failures are the last to be restored. Currently, there are major road closures all over the place, reports of hundreds of cars and trucks in the ditch and snow plows that can't even hope to keep up with the rate of falling snow. Even public transportation has been suspended for the rest of the day.
Police are urging people to stay home, the ministry of transportation keeps adding to their list of road closures, yet people are still insistent on heading out. It never ceases to amaze me.
I also made the mistake of listening to a local Montreal call-in radio show today. I normally listen to Vermont Public Radio because the content is more...ahem....intellectual. Listening to the cross-section of
Clearly, this Luddite is not made for main-stream radio any more. I'm sure there's a rock somewhere with my name on it that I can crawl under.
Come to think of it, I'm pretty happy I don't have to go any further than the wood shed today, either.