(Even-More-Eloquent Thursday) Ah, So That’s What 16.4 cm Looks Like

How picturesque.

My little camera didn’t do yesterday’s storm justice.

No, this wasn’t a natural disaster (there’s enough of those elsewhere recently), it was simply a typical good dump of snow, about 6 inches, like Binky got out his way.

It was, though, enough to be exciting. Scary, even, for me. So while you look at the fun side of snow in this morning’s pictures, let me regale you with a tale of yesterday afternoon.

A flake or two meandered down about 14 00. By three, it was so thick that the accompanying sound effects in a movie would have been, “Ka-FLUMP! Ka-FLUMP!” E.g. went out to the main road with her camera, and watched a fourteen-wheeler crawling its way up the hill, a van with its four-way flashers on, and at the bottom of the hill, a police cruiser at the intersection. (You can find pix here.) Good thing we weren’t going anywhere.

Then we remembered her dad.

Never mind yesterday, Mum, come play!

Eddy had a routine doctor’s appointment at the hospital. While he can drive all right during the day, he prefers to be a passenger at night or during inclement weather, when visibility is reduced. E.g. called her parents’ place, and yes, Eddy had left before the storm started and was now in the thick of it. Would Rose like us to help her husband get home? Well… all right.

The plan was that E.g. would find her dad and drive him home in his car. Since there was no sense leaving a vehicle at the hospital, or E.g. stranded at her parents’ house, E.g. and I took the automatic so I could retrieve her from Rose and Eddy’s. And I got behind the wheel, for my first taste of slippery streets.

AFTER snowstorms, driving is fine; the greatest danger is heart attack from all the shoveling.

Windshield wipers on. Long strings of crawling traffic. The dictum to Always keep going, Never stop unless absolutely necessary. The terror of losing control as we went downhill (Saint John is very hilly — not tall ones, but numerous). The car jerking sideways no matter how delicately I applied the brakes or titched the steering wheel. Falling onto the shoulder and easing the vehicle back onto the asphalt. And E.g. beside me, talking me through it.

We made it to the hospital, and E.g. went in to find the doctor’s office. It was closed and dark. No dad. All we could do was return home, this time E.g. driving.

E.g. knows how to pace herself.

Another call to Rose and Eddy’s revealed that Daddy wasn’t home yet — a bit unsettling, since they live closer to the hospital than we do — but with another look out the picture window, Rose rejoiced to find her husband powering up their long, steep drive.


Cai kept looking for something this morning, too...


...and finding it, and hiding it again, and finding it again...

Eddy is an excellent driver, and has always loved to drive. He told us later that afternoon that most of the trip home from the hospital, though slow, had been manageable. The hardest part had been the final right turn onto their street, in the thickest whiteout, when he really couldn’t see much of anything. After fifty-one years of turning right onto this road, however, he decided to use his body-memory to make the turn, and succeeded.

He called it “gut instinct”, but he may have been thinking of another source of Help that begins with “G”.

Yes, Mother, a fine narration. Now where's the lawn?

20 Responses to (Even-More-Eloquent Thursday) Ah, So That’s What 16.4 cm Looks Like

  1. eyegillian says:

    16.4 mm? You mean cm, right?
    Plus another 30 cm or so on each side of the driveway!

  2. lavenderbay says:

    Oh, crap! Like, you couldn’t have told me in person? After I made you a nice cup of cocoa, too! That’s gratitude for you. Grumble. Off to fix the title now.

  3. Souldose says:

    Wow your pictures are beautiful, I think your camera did good…As a South African snow is a something we only see on tv

  4. lavenderbay says:

    Thanks, Souldose, and welcome to my comments section! Not all dogs enjoy snow, but ours do. It really makes me smile to see them romping around in it, bounding through the deeper stuff like dolphins.

  5. Binky says:

    I did say we got around 6 inches, but it doesn’t look anything near your 6 inches. I think we got about half of what you ended up with.
    I thought Saint John typically got a fair amount of snow . . .
    Your dogs seem to have enjoyed it at least.

  6. lavenderbay says:

    The dogs LOVE it, Binky! For one thing, they don’t have to be toweled off when they come in, as is the case when it’s raining.
    I’m not sure yet what “typical” is for Saint John. In comparison with other parts of New Brunswick, though, Saint John seems to get let off lightly — less flooding than Fredericton, less snow than Campbellton, etc.

    To Eyegillian and Binky both: My original title for this post, quoting “16.4 mm”, was taken from the Environment Canada “Currently in Saint John” widget on my Google home page. It still sez 16.4 mm was yesterday’s amount of precipitation. You’d think they could at least get it right as regards past weather.

  7. Seabrooke says:

    Having lived three-quarters of my driving life in the country, slippery, hilly roads are a routine part of winter driving for me. Not that that makes them any less nerve-wracking when the weather’s bad! I’ve found the key, when going downhill (or even when coming to a stop sign, if it’s really slippy), is to keep your speed slow and to bump the car into neutral. Easy in a stick-shift – just put in the clutch – but I’d still do it in an automatic back when I drove my mom’s car regularly. Putting it into neutral means that your brakes aren’t fighting against the forward thrust of the engine in addition to gravity/momentum, so it gives you a little more control. In autos, you can bump the gear selector back and forth between D and N without having to press the button in – really handy for when you’re driving a lot of snowy hills in the winter. 😉

    The pups look like they’re having a blast in the snow! Hope you and EG have plans to get out and enjoy it, too!

  8. lavenderbay says:

    Whoa, Seabrooke, that’s great advice! I’ll have to give it a whirl — er — so to speak…
    E.g. has promised to go snowshoeing with her dad; if her parents’ other two pairs are still useable, maybe we’ll all go.

  9. Who needs a gym to work out? We had about 6 inches yesterday. Have sent the rest of the storm your way. Enjoy!

  10. lavenderbay says:

    Gee, Barefootheart, I don’t know what to say… Flurries were predicted for today, they’re calling for a low of minus 17 Tuesday, and then RAIN and high of 6 for Wednesday! How charming.

  11. Binky says:

    Your weather is sounding a lot like ours, only we’re getting the warmth and rain Tuesday. I guess the warm front takes another day to get to you.

  12. Tony McGurk says:

    Good to hear that EG’s dad made it home OK. As i read through i thought there was gunna be bad news that something happened to him on the way home. Love the photo of Cai half buried in the snow, I think Dixie would completely disappear in that lot. I’ve only driven in snow a couple of times. I do not like having to.

  13. lavenderbay says:

    From phone chats with my mum in Colborne, Binky, I think that’s the case — or maybe it’s just the slower pace of life here in the Maritimes…

    Dixie would probably ask for a winter coat before venturing out, Tony. I’m glad the story held you in suspense — though nothing is as suspenseful as irradiated broccoli.
    Wait — you’ve driven in snow? When? Where?

  14. S. Le says:

    Huh. Thought I left you a comment on this one!

    That’s some impressive snow! The doggies look happy and the cat looks like she’s glad to not be a dog.

  15. Tony McGurk says:

    On the west coast & in the central highlands of Tasmania during winter we get snow. I grew up in Queenstown on the west coast & we would often have all the roads out of town closed due to heavy snow. Queenstown is down in a valley & wouldn’t very often get snow down in the town

  16. lavenderbay says:

    Cuca’s always glad not to be a dog, S. Le; and he’s happy not to have to go out in this weather. On the other hand, since the snow set in, he’s been getting more and more bored and grumpy and ready to play Killer Mountain Lion with our lower limbs. No amount of dried-this-Fall, homegrown catnip has been able to pacify him. Woo.

    I googled some info on Queenstown, Tony. Not only is the snow mentioned, but I learned about your gravel soccer pitch. They grow ’em tough in that town! 😀

  17. goodbear says:

    cody bear and pickles would NOT like that white powdery stuff!

  18. lavenderbay says:

    Seriously, Goodbear? Ten-to-one they’d like it better than would Tony’s Toy Poodle (judging, at least, from the French Bulldog next door). They have the fur for it, at least. You’re welcome to send them up here for a week of Winter Camping to find out! 😀

  19. lolarusa says:

    I remember listening to an animal behavior expert taking calls from listeners on the radio, and someone called and asked why, whenever it snowed, her dog would run around in circles in the snow and snap at it and push her nose under it and jump up and down. There was a longish pause, and then the expert explained, “Because it’s fun.”

  20. lavenderbay says:

    Rofl, Lolarusa! I remember reading an editorial in a February (think Valentine’s Day) issue of Dogs in Canada, stating that humping, too, was all about fun, nothing to do with breeding or dominance. Makes sense to me.

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