Blizzard

I recall reading that Baker Lake is the blizzard capital of Canada.  Tonight I am verifying the truth of this.  The morning was crisp but held no warnings of the evening to come.  It was the second day this week with some ice over puddles on the morning walk to work but nothing to cause worry.  Okay - two days ago some kids said there were snowflakes at lunch but I didn't see them.  Ostrich!

There are two weddings in town.  Each will feature a feast and an evening of square dancing.  I promised the students I would be there.  After my appearance last weekend at the teen dance I received a flurry of invitations to show up at the latest shindig.  I was able to convince Jonathan to come with me and as he went upstairs to change I heard the front door open and close and for some reason decided to take a look at the weather.  Holy mackeral!!  There was enough snow on the front porch that the smokers standing in their slippers made tracks.  Get out the parka.

Jonathan and I had fun walking to the arena and even more fun at the wedding party.  I played one of the games where you stand in a circle and toss a die and if you get the previously decided upon number you go into the middle and jig with the "stick" in your hand until the next person rolls the number and takes it from you.  At the end of 10 minutes the man and woman in the middle get a prize.  I made it to the middle twice and clogged to a cheering crowd.  That just got me geared up for the next event:  do your best crazy dance to "Wipeout".  I shook my bum and finished with the splits.  I wouldn't have thought to do the splits but some students kept asking me to do them (ever since I did them at the teen dance I get daily requests).  I made it into the finals and came about 5th overall.    Darn it - I wanted the purple fun fur fuzzy jacket.  There was no way to beat a little kid - but what would he want with a purple fuzzy jacket thing?  Sour grapes on my part  ;-)

Jonathan left as he was getting way too hot in his new winter boots.  Tomorrow night we plan to take shoes in a bag.  That meant I had to walk home alone and that was an adventure.  By now the storm was ..... well, a storm.  The wind was raging and by the time I hit the high road I was blown the rest of the way home.  At one point the drifts were over my hiking boots.  Craaaaazy.  (but fun)  Let's face it, it wasn't that cold and so it was still fun.  I am well aware that add a drop in temperature and I will not be celebrating the arrival of winter.

I snuggled up (it was after 1AM) and caught the rest of a movie I had started watching on TV at lunch.  Then the power went out.  There was nothing to do but go to bed.  I was wakened by the TV when the power came back on 2 hours later.  The wind is pelting ice crystals at my windows.  They were hitting me in the face on the way to the dance so I feel better being on the inside of the house.  The sound is pretty loud, but I think I am now tired enough to fall asleep.

Good night from Blizzardville.

Cindy (who wore her old parka tonight that she bought to go to God's River in 1986)