SNOW

Anyone who knows me knows I hate the snow. Sure it looks pretty on the trees and stuff but that's all the good I can say about it.

Snow on Saturday on a Vancouver Street

It started snowing on Friday night and it didn't stop for over 24 hours. I hunkered down and was glad I'd stocked up on food. And oh so glad I am not working on a show at present (I am, however, writing like mad on my first novel).

Then I ran out of fire logs.

I went all day yesterday without any. I missed the glow of the fire something terrible.

So I braved the snow today and went to buy more. When I got out to my car, it was covered with the white stuff and the bottom layers had turned to ice. And my drivers side door was frozen shut. I could not get it open. Fortunately, the passenger side was against some shrubs that protected it from the snow and cold and that door opened with ease. I crawled in, started it up and turned the heat on full blast while I proceeded to scrape the snow and chip the ice off of my car.

Once I got off of my street, which does not get plowed, the roads were clear but MAN was it cold out. As I waited in line with my three boxes of Duraflame logs, I saw on the newspaper headlines that more snow is coming. So I stopped off on the way back home and got a few more groceries and now I am good for a week.

Snow - I laugh in your face.

(I tried to get a picture of the sun set casting a pink glow on the snow of the North Shore mountains but couldn't get a clear view to them until it was too late.)