snowpocalypse NOW! REDUX! … ad nauseam

Environment Canada saith:

10 to 20 cm of snow expected tonight and Wednesday.

This is a warning that significant snowfall is expected or occurring in these regions. Monitor weather conditions..Listen for updated statements.

A pacific frontal system will approach the British Columbia coast tonight bringing snow to the area. Total snowfall amounts of 10 to 20 cm are expected tonight and Wednesday. The snow will taper to flurries Wednesday night. Strong winds will also develop as the system approaches and visibility will be locally reduced in blowing snow.

Arctic air will continue to push through the coastal valleys and inlets producing very strong northeasterly winds giving wind chill values below minus 20 for the inland sections of the north and central coast today.

I don’t mean to be inhospitable, but Jeff, stay the hell in Victoria an extra day!  It’s supposed to rain and snow and blow on Christmas, which means that ferry cancellations for icing and wind that day are possible, maybe even likely.  I will take good care of kitties. 

And until the weather resolves out to rain, I am not coming to Victoria; to be clear, unless it’s raining Thursday morning I’m staying hunkered down in Vancouver. I may come Sat/Sun instead of Fri/Sat, and I may or may not bring Katie.

The snowpocalypse continues

Unabated, snow continues to fall.  The road report says that the buses are running, albeit slowly, so I must needs abandon Dr. Filk this morning.  Keith’s going to come over later to let him out so he can go catch the Dog to Calgary.

I shoveled yesterday, but I can’t for the life of me find the ice melter Jeff had. I suspect it’s in his car, which given the weather is a damned good place for it.

A call from the peristalsis fairy / Holiday visiting

Jeff called me at 7:15 this morning letting me know that after some weather related adventures he was safely on the ferry and on his way to Victoria.  Yup, the winter wonderland continues.

Last evening we visited Lady Miss Banjola and her household; assisted in the rigging of a Spaceship One model rocket which was fired some time last one night, one presumes, and in the troubleshooting of an octopus cookie cutter.  We visited with some folks including the accordion playing Rowan (zombie walked with him briefly once, and how can you appreciate horror without viscerally engaging with the words ‘accordion playing zombie’) and sundry others including Dr. Filk, who is hopefully crashing here tonight.

Then we had pho with Mike and visited his new penthouse apartment in East Burnaby, a 20 minute walk from where Planet Bachelor is.  Then we watched the last half of Shoot em Up (how I do love that film) and Jeff and I fell over with tiredness and went home.

This morning I got up, boinged out the doorway in my housecoat to say goodbye to Jeff, and then started in on emptying the dishwasher, cleaning the surface of the stove thoroughly, cleaning the surface of the dishwasher thoroughly, making biscotti and scolding Eddie for nesting in my clean clothes, all three pieces of them.

Also, more Garage Band.  I am currently working on Chance Met.  I finished one take and realized I iz totally singing it in the wrong key.  Hit delete boys, there’s plenty more where that came from.

One whole day without beer.  I got unmercifully sick on Friday night. Jeff diagnosed my problem and with a savoir faire reminiscent of one of the world’s great waiters presto’d a barf bucket under me at precisely the right juncture.  I added to the joy of the occasion by remarking, bleakly, “I have no idea what’s going to happen next,” and then hurling for about 30 seconds straight.  Jeff’s comment, later, “Maybe YOU didn’t, but I sure did.” Personally I think three beers is not an outrageous amount to drink, but my stomach thought otherwise.  There has also been a little bit of barfiness going around the office, and not just because Tanya is preggers. I’ve been washing my hands a lot, hoping that will help.  Anyway the point of this anecdote is that I think Jeff is a god among men, to put up with my shenanigans.

Secret Santa and more holidays

Dr. Filk is coming through town on his way to see his sister Lois and family; he has sent a missive demanding sanctuary.  I hope to see him at some point.

Secret Santa yesterday was the best ever.  I got a midnight cocoa set, yum.  The rest of the gifts were thoughtful and that made me super happy.

Much rumbling and grinding at work.  I’m not in a position to say more but as always I am finding a comfy chair.  The least of it is that we have to move desks again today.  I could DEFINITELY say more about that – I’m going to be miles from a window in the middle of winter for the first time in 4 years, so you can imagine how that’s going to impinge on my mood – but since I’m obviously crabby about it I’ll stop.  I will also say that I had some prime real estate for years and it is somebody else’s turn.  So many times the things that have upset me most have not been the obvious stuff.

Still have not roused myself up to make biscotti.  I know I’m going to eat too many of them.  Somehow I need to cook them in such a fashion that I take ALL of them to work or hide them or something.

I am really looking forward to two four day weekends in a row.  I don’t mind working the last two weeks of the year, it’s usually peaceful and customers understand that instant results are not likely or possible.

down for the count, up before the sun

I was supposed to go over to Paul’s to sing and play last night. I’m really choked that I couldn’t.   I’d spent the day at home due to the weather, and then around 5:30 my right eye quit working.  That half of my visual field just stopped.  I dunno what the air pressure was during that time, but I’d be willing to bet it was rather low, so I drank a big glass of water and went to bed.  Now it’s five in the morning and I just slept 12 hours!  I can see and I am not in any pain… well, there’s a residual knot at the back of my head, but nothing that would prevent me from working.  There was no prodrome this time, I just got whacked. Very convenient of me to get sick on a snow day.

Anyway, the world is covered in snow, the cats are refusing to go out anymore, I made beef stew yesterday with the meat Katie brought day before yesterday, I still haven’t made biscotti, and Jeff and I watched a couple of movies.

Katie seems to be doing really well.  She’s negotiating things with Dax but she’s not actually living with him because she thinks she’s entitled to ensist that he be working five days a week before that happens. Also the guy who tried to kill her and Dax moved back in to Dax’s old place (in defiance of the court order…) and has indicated that he is ‘uncomfortable’ with Katie being there.  Katie and I took a moment to contemplate the intense bizarre stupidity of this.  Anyway, she doesn’t need to be told twice so she’s not going back there… Dax is apparently back at his mum’s.   So technically Katie’s living with her pop.  Paul is also putting up various of Katie’s friends from time to time, including Dax and Jessica W.  I think this is very hospitable of him but it’s also partly an accident of geography because of where he is being more convenient to the young folks.  Anyway Katie is still getting As (and you should hear her fulminate about how young people just don’t seem to know how to work these days, you’d fall over in convulsions… she’s working desk at the VCC salon and she says that she’s better off by herself than having two nitwits babbling and laughing next to her).  Katie’s life sounds incredibly confusing to me, but she is very matter of fact about it.

This is a candle for Unca Dave’s hair.

Shout out to Lexi, who got to watch Trevor Linden retire last night live.

Shout out to Jeff, who is teaching himself Java.

Shout out to ScaryClown, who is going winter camping Christmas week, yay.

Shout out to Patricia, who also has the lurgy.

Now for some coffee and to check the buses.

My predictions for the next five years.

family!!!!

Katie was over and collected her cheque.  Keith was over and played GTA4.  We watched the third episode of True Blood and the sappy and weak Xmas episode of NCIS.  I ordered out but I’ll do better tonight.

It’s snowing and I feel compelled to go to work…. I have no idea why.

This is a candle for Mike…. he’s unemployed and while that’s actually a good thing, he will need another job shortly.

Chris, the dude what helped me with my tech support issue a few days back, loved the Werewolves Ball.  Now I have to mix it better ….

I love the titles to Dave’s stories … have heard many of them and I look forward to hearing more.