Tuesday … Slush, Mush and Locked Doors
Warnings went up yesterday across Quebec and Ontario as a massive winter storm was coming up from the Great Lakes overnight. Montreal, sits in what I like to call, “the sweet spot.” Montreal is an island, surrounded by rivers to the North and South. Mountains are off to the farther North, and the Townships to the East.
Where we sit geographically, is the sweet spot, depending on where/how the wind blows. Sometimes we get a direct hit, but mostly, we have been getting glancing blows with extreme weather heading up to our North and West, or beneath us, to the South and East to the Maritimes.
First, freezing rain warnings went up, then snow to follow, and then straight rain tonight. Overnight it snowed, just enough to be bothersome. Then the freezing rain fell, and then straight rain. Just enough snow fell, just beneath the need to plow, and the fact that what did fall as snow, turned into slush and mush through the day.
The snow that fell piled up. And when traveled through, causes ruts for puddling rain that followed. On corners where the snow/slush/rain coincide, are inches deep puddles of water that extend out from sidewalks into the streets. Ground saturation dictates that what water is not absorbed into the ground stands, and it is cold, and those puddles freeze over … MESSY !
I opted for sneakers, when I should have gone with my duck boots because the trek out and back was hellish to say the least. I don’t understand how, pants get so dirty when traveling around. All the way around, up to the knees. I have to wash my pants every couple of days, because they get wet, salty and crusty. Pain in the Ass.
I have to sponge bath my sneakers daily, because of salt, snow and muck. UGH!
My Tuesday meeting with Mama bear was cancelled, so I waited for hubby to get home to use his pass for the Metro, so I didn’t have to buy tickets for mine.
I used both transfers so that I didn’t have to walk down the hill. The entire church parking lot was now a skating rink. The church rules state that we must take off our sodden shoes and boots, and leave them in the vestibule of the church tower, before going upstairs.
We do this gladly, as they provide footy sox for us.
We were 8 tonight. Our room, is also the CCD room on Sundays. And there are french doors to the room, which usually stay open. But there has been dance traffic going to the third floor, so I shut the doors as the meeting started.
The doors closed, and we heard a “CLICK,” we thought nothing of it.
Halfway through the meeting, one of the dance ladies from upstairs came down to our room, and tried to open the door. It would not open. A little panic set in when we realized that we were locked in a second floor room, with the bathroom outside, our shoes downstairs, and the only way out was OUT the Emergency Door down the back staircase, sock footed, into slush and mush.
Naturally, the meeting devolved into trying to force the door open, which was stolidly, not going to open, no matter the force we applied to the doors. The shares went to shit, because the momentum was lost and the only thing we all wanted to do was to get that damned door opened.
We made a call out for help, in that, the good church lady who works in the church walked up and was now standing outside a locked door, which would not open. She had a tool box with her, now you might ask …
How was she going to get tools through a locked door ???
Simply, there was a 2 inch round hole in the door, which she was able to pass us screw drivers which we used to dismantle the door frame, then the lock from the inside, which had JAMMED locked shut. It was major door surgery.
It took us about half an hour to get the door opened.
Crisis averted …
We go to meetings.
And we leave meetings.
Never before, in the history of meetings, have we ever been “locked in a room” like this.
In the end, we ended the meeting, as a friend and I worked on the door, the church lady joined us for the final prayer, and we all went home.
Last week, I did some shopping, because, I only get so much cash that I can spend on me, every two weeks. I don’t usually spend cash on stuff I don’t need. But give me a couple of new books, or something I have been shopping for for weeks, and I am good to go.
I bought a pair of Speed Three Black/White Adidas trainers some time ago, which came all the way from Amsterdam, via Ebay. They come in two colors: Black/White and Red/White. The Red/Whites, I had seen on Amazon, but because I am in Canada, they would not ship to me. So they went on my wish list.
Last week, I logged into Ebay, and I got a seller’s note stating that a seller in freaking AUSTRALIA had the shoes I wanted, in my size, for just the right price.
Our Loonie is in the crapper, at .71 cents, U.S. I do not cross border shop because I loose 30% of my money in the exchange. I have to spend (CAD/US) thirty dollars more for every hundred that I spend, which turns into $130.00 spent on items that cost half that.
Cross Border Shopping = NO NO.
The Australian exchange was .03 cents apart. CAD .71 to AUD .74 …
It was a sweet deal. I got a nominal purchase, for a slight variance in the exchange which was not a waste of money. Now they are on their way to me.
The weather is frightful. But everyone is good right now. It is Mid Term season, with a two week break to follow. It has been a good couple of days so far.
More to come, stay tuned …