In keeping with the winter theme, I found a Killer Frost and Justice League image.
Mutant Diet Phase 2 Day 28
The charm of snowfall in Vancouver is losing its effect, but it is sure good for exercise. Take last night. My daughter was at a friend’s and I like any paranoid father, after 9 PM, I trust public transit neither for its security nor its effectiveness, particularly in snow. The fewest flakes seem to render Translink functionless.
I was aware that the home from which I was retrieving my daughter and her friend was in an area where the side streets would be snowy. So, like any good Ontario raised boy, I brought a shovel in my car’s trunk in order to be able to help myself or others.
I succeeded in picking the children up, but not so much exiting the neighbourhood. I was stuck. Rather blue language was used. My shovel came out and I dug up an area around my car. The girls had been visiting Some Boy’s House in which I realized might have other teenaged boys. “Call them. Tell them to come push,” I ordered. Some twittering with cell phones occurred and three teenaged boys, all without coats of course, appeared. Thus began the big push. Between my shovelling and the pushing of 5 teenagers, I extricated the car and was on a level snowy path.
Once in the car, I said to the 15-year-old girls, “By the way, that’s what teenaged boys are for.” There was a snort of agreement from both girls.
Of course my step counter was great for a weekend. There was booze because I had done yoga with a new more intense teacher just 2 hours before the snow event. I had shovelled walks earlier as well. I nearly pulled a pec muscle digging out my car. This morning I was at the shovel game again in West Vancouver at the church in order to make it possible for people to park.
Today is the celebration of my wife’s birthday, a couple of days early. There will be Indian food. There will be cheesecake.
