Over the last 24 hours, I have struggled to put into words, even in my own mind, why I feel affected so strongly by this past weekend. On the face of it, there are no particular traumas direct enough to affect me:
I didn’t experience the storm that ravaged Ottawa — I missed the rain before 4:15 p.m. as I was at work, and by 5:15, I was at home with Jacob hanging out and playing board games by flashlight, no real issues;
One of the tornadoes hit our “area” and in theory it *could* affect me, but it wasn’t MY neighbourhood, proximity is more tangental in that it hit close to Jacob’s school. However, the school itself wasn’t affected and while the actual neighbourhood is near where I used to live, that was 20 years ago, and I never went over near the area that was hit…it’s pretty removed from my life, and I don’t feel any internal, personal resonance to the location; and,
I was without power for 60 hours, but well, so what?
The largest recorded single-day snowfall in Ottawa’s history. That was today. As of 5:00 p.m., they already had 46 cm, obliterating the 1947 record of 40.6 cm.
I cleared snow this morning so that I could drive Jacob to school, and Andrea to the bus. Ran a couple of errands afterwards, not great weather for driving but not horrendous. Came back home, did a bunch of stuff around the house, and watched it pile up.
I was a bit anxious about picking Jacob up at the end of the day, with the school buses obviously and needfully cancelled. I cleared the driveway again around 2:30, and headed for J around 3:00, for what is normally a 10 minute drive.
Took me 50 to get there. It was wintastrophe out there. Snowmageddon. And a hundred words you can’t say on TV, unless it’s HBO. I had enormous trouble just getting the car out of the neighbourhood, and had no idea how I was going to get it back in with the snow levels rising and no snowplows for side streets or even main streets (!) » Read the rest