I work part-time, helping out a friend who is a small business owner who needs some administrative help. Mostly, what I do, I can do remotely. On Wednesdays, though, I go into an office to do some things I can’t do remotely.
I kind of like it, because I get to pretend I am an Adult Who Knows How To Talk To Other Adults for a few hours. And my daughter goes to a sitter to play, so we both get a few hours away from each other to do our own thing. The one drawback is that the office is about 45 minutes drive north of here, in Mennonite country. Or about an hour, in the winter months.
With the price of gas nowadays, it’s not terribly cost effective, and although my boss has been asking me for about four years now to move up there and come into the office full time, every day, I will be continuing this commute until it becomes too expensive or until my boss decided he really does need a full time person in the office, which won’t be me.
Anyway, the drive is nice — as I said, it’s into Mennonite country, so lots of big farms and open space and the occasional horse-and-buggy which makes it all picturesque and a little surreal. We listen to kids’ stories, or we sing songs, or sometimes just listen to the radio, both Stinkerbelle and I taking some time to get lost in our own thoughts for awhile.
So, today, we were off to work. It’s been cold and overcast a lot recently, but the forecast said we might get some sun today, so hurray! And we were making good time, and once we left the main regional roads to take a long sideroad that is quiet and quick, we were having a really nice drive. There were a few tiny little snowflakes blowing around, caught on the breeze. It was pretty.
As we got a little further along, there were a few more snowflakes, and a few more, and as we got closer to the town I work in, I noticed — it looked a lot like winter there. There was snow on the ground. Not tons, but still, everything was blanketed in a little bit of white. It was actually quite pretty.
We pulled into the sitter’s driveway, and I stepped out of the car with That Girl. We left footprints in the snow on the driveway. I remarked to her sitter about the snow, and how we had none at home so I didn’t bring boots for That Girl. And then I went to work.
And as I worked, I looked out the window as snow began to fall. Big fluffy flakes. And I began to think: I have no mittens, I have no ANYTHING to dust off the car… BECAUSE WHY WOULD I, THERE IS NO SNOW AT HOME. I mean, it’s only less than an hour’s drive south. WTELF, SNOW?
And it snowed all day.
When I left around 2 pm, and Stinkerbelle and I started for home, it was a very different landscape. There was quite a bit of snow. The roads were covered in places, and looked quite slick. The wind had come whipping across the fields and was blowing across the roads, which then caused it to get compacted and slick, I guess.
As I turned onto the sideroad heading south, I really noticed the wind and the blowing snow. And in the midst of the snow and wind, there, walking along the side of the road was a Mennonite woman, bonnet and dress and all, with legs bright red from the cold, walking along for her daily exercise probably, and grinning.
At first I was all WTF? And then I was all OMG YOUR POOR LEGS! And then I was all ARE YOU INSANE PUT SOME PANTS ON WOMAN OR AT LEAST SOME TIGHTS OR MAYBE GO INDOORS AND SIT BY THE FIRE.
I was being pretty cautious, driving reasonably slowly, trying to stay in the parts of the road that were bare and wet. After a couple of kilometres, up ahead I saw flashing lights. An OPP car.
AND A TRUCK WHICH HAD APPARENTLY SLID OFF THE ROAD AND ROLLED IN A DITCH.
I was a little surprised. First of all, SNOW?? I was not prepared for this with, you know, NONE at home. And second, enough to cause a big contractor’s pickup truck to slide off the road and roll in a ditch?
Since we are not getting our snow tires on until Saturday, I slowed down a little bit more and drove a little bit more cautiously.
After another 10 minutes or so, we reached the southernmost end of the little sideroad, and I turned onto the highway. WHICH WAS COMPLETELY DRY. The snow had mostly stopped.
By the time I got home, another 15 minutes later, it was as if it had never even snowed. Because OH YEAH, IT HADN’T HERE. Maybe the tiniest bit. There were a few little pellets of snowy stuff on the step as we came up on the porch, but that was it.
From fall to winter and back again, in the course of a 45 minute drive. I suppose I should not be surprised, because we’re surrounded by several great lakes and all. And yet, i totally was.
Welcome to November in Ontario.