To purchase the new used vehicle I needed to visit the bank. The weather people said that snow squalls are expected every single day between now and Saturday, when the bank is closed. The bank is usually a 35 minute drive away, on the highway. Yesterday the roads were really bad, so much so that one of the vehicles where Attila works was damaged in an unavoidable accident, sliding into a tree, even though it wasn’t moving. The roads were ploughed yesterday, but they were not in good condition today.
All morning this morning I fretted, and fretted, and fretted, about making the trip into the bank. It would be complicated, whenever I chose to do it. Attila would have to pick me up, which sounds simple, but his schedule is so tight that taking even that 15 minutes away from his work day would have to be carefully arranged. I knew this. And I fretted.
Finally, around noon, my stomach began to really hurt, and I thought, “this is stupid”! I am not going to spend the next three days stressing over trying to get to the damn bank!
So I called Attila, who came home to pick me up. Then I dropped him off at his workplace, and headed down the highway, off to the bank. Today the roads were BAD, snow packed into white ice, with crusty mounds of frozen slush over all; but visibility was good. I took my time, driving according to road conditions, it took an hour to get to the bank. Once there it was quick work to take care of all the financial odds and ends that needed doing. The next stop was the gas station to fill up with fuel, there are no gas stations where we live. Finally I was on my way home. The sky was darkening, the road conditions were still BAD, and the drive home took another hour. Just as I neared the village where we live, the odd snowflake began to drift out of the sky, and the wind began to pick up. By the time I arrived home it was snowing. I had arrived home just in time!
Of course, since the car was now in my possession, a trip into the village to collect Attila from work was necessary.
Other than my big adventure visiting the bank, the day was quiet. Laundry was washed and hung on racks in the living room to dry. This is still the best way to humidify the air in the living area. Mom and my sisters, who sent us home with date squares, homemade pie, Chelsea Buns, and a loaf of homemade bread, made the day’s meals a treat! Note, the pie and the Chelsea Buns, that were sent home with us, didn’t make it through the first night! Paying bills and filing has been completed, for the moment. Bills are like unmade beds, always in need of attention. Pictures of snow have been snapped, transferred from camera to computer, and filed, in hopes that they represent a blip in the weather, that the snow will melt away completely, and not come back until Christmas, at the earliest.
At least we aren’t in Buffalo!!
From the weathernetwork.ca
“Buffalo buried under 6-feet of snow (Reporter can barely walk)
It’s the worst snow they’ve seen in 40 years and it’s not done quite yet. Details here.”
SNOW SQUALL WATCH IN EFFECT
Date: 3:14 PM EST Wednesday 19 November 2014
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure: 101.1 kPa
Visibility: 5 km
Wind:SSE 17 km/h
Wind Chill: -13
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