This morning I celebrated the new snow by making hot fluffy buttermilk pancakes from scratch then I shoveled the sidewalk.
I’m wearing a thick warm sweater, there’s a chicken roasting in the oven with potatoes and carrots. I haven’t made the rich tasty gravy yet but I will shortly. I’m watching Star Wars, yet again, so the gravy can wait. Han Solo is saving Luke’s life by slicing open a Tauntaun, “…and I thought he smelled bad on the outside”.
I immediately think of Occupy Regina. Last week they vowed to endure the winter for the cause. One girl even claimed they would make igloos. I doubt they know how so I have included a Youtube tutorial on the subject. Just in case.
Consider it my metaphorical slicing of a Tauntaun for them.
Or perhaps I’m too late? Have they packed it in for the season? How many of them retreated to their homes last night? How many stuck it out? Really, stuck it out? I reckon only the homeless had no choice. I’m not about to go downtown and ask them. It’s too cold to go anywhere.
Remember: Use hard packed snow. Wet snow only works for snowmen.
