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 I've been thinking a lot lately on my childhood outlook on life. What were things that you believed as a child?

-My mother always tells me the story that when we moved away from Germany to Ottawa when my twin sister and I were three, we were under the impression that Ottawa was on a different planet. And what is a jet plane but a spaceship? (Also: were we that wrong?)

-I didn't understand the difference between "erase" and "wash". I remember once when my little brother scribbled all over a colouring book of mine in permanent marker. When my pink eraser wouldn't work, I filled up the bathroom sink with water and dumped the book in, assuming that the purple and yellow lines would come right off. I was sorely mistaken, and had a dissolved colouring book. I was not happy that this hadn't worked. 

-Cars had personalities, and their headlights were their eyes. I still judge cars this way: if the "eyes" are too big, I think it looks dopey. If a car looks "mean", I don't like it. There are certain vehicles that I simply will never consider buying because on some subliminal level I still think of them as having personalities like this. 
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 It was about -17C when I woke up this morning. We'll see that as pretty warm in a few weeks. :P We've survived the storm; it snowed steadily for nearly two days. Not fast and thick, but small little snowflakes more like a mist that just wouldn't dissipate. 

I've already had to drive into Edmonton, to an appointment about half an hour away. It only took me an extra ten minutes to get there, but I also borrowed my mum's car, which has the snow tires on already. Still, some of the roads had been plowed but not all. The backroads were I had to drive through to park were really slippery. It was lucky it was past rush hour because I slid into several small intersections while trying to stop for stop signs. D:

Tip: leave plenty early, and drive as slowly as you have to. I've been re-acquiring all of my good habits from when I was a learner: leaving huge stopping distances, going five under the speed limit at all times... And hey, I didn't crash or even fishtail like I saw some trucks doing! ;) 

The other task I had to do this morning was drop off my car to get snow tires installed. $1000 gone: luckily, my mum paid for them. It's only so expensive because we were buying entirely new tires, plus the installation fee for the shop. Now that we have them dad can switch them out in a few hours in the springtime for free. My mum is of the opinion that this is a safety thing and anyways we need to use it for six months of the year... Those "all season" tires that they plug were designed in the States and are pretty useless on winter roads. :P 

I am also of the opinion that if it's going to be cold, you may as well have some lovely snow and frost to offset the ugliness of brown trees and dead grass. Here is the view from a top-floor window in Albertan suburbia, so you can get a look at the frosted trees that some Christmas ornaments try to replicate. 



Now that the cold weather has arrived, I've also brought out my famous warm knitted scarf, as seen in previous years here
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 My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze...!

Here is a truly Canadian blog post. >_> 

Yesterday was the first day that it really began to feel like winter, and today it's confirmed. Blizzard. There's supposed to be like 15cm of snow happening this evening, and it's been snowing all day already. We've had snow already, in October, but it melted. This is unusually late in the season for a first snow to be sticking - sometimes we get "winter" beginning in September, before all of the leaves have properly fallen off of the trees. We've gotten snow in every month except August here in Alberta (not that it normally stays in the typical "summer" months).

They say that Canada has two seasons: winter and construction. They are totally on the ball on this one. 

At the moment, despite the snow, it's about -8C. That's not bad. Generally we average around -23C, I'd say, in the winter months around here (it's a dry cold), but with windchill it can get nasty. A year or two ago a weather station at the airport actually registered something like -50C, for an instant, at 4 in the morning one blustery day. 

It's normally not as bad as all that, and you get used to it (hint: dress in layers and don't go outside if you can't help it), and it certainly gives us bragging rights. I've heard somewhere that because bitching about winter weather is a national pastime in Canada (it's the safest topic of conversation at the bus stop, for instance), we apparently have a very small number of people freezing to death each year, considering our population and Canadian winters. It's because we're not taken by surprise very often. I think they even set up winter shelters for the homeless, too. 

I am so glad that I had my practical driving lessons in the middle of the wintertime, though, because it made driving in the summer a breeze. Here are a few things I've noticed that are unique to Canada because of our winters... 

We have pretty tall traffic lights and signs. I noticed this in France, which sometimes has traffic lights only a head or so taller than a person would be. Those would be obscured by snowdrifts in Canada. We also frequently have a sign with an arrow that says "stop line" at intersections, because you can't always see the lines painted on the road. There's a lot of "driving in the ruts" going on in the wintertime...

We also really, really like pedways here (AKA "pedestrian walkways"). Essentially, to get from building to building, you don't have to go outside, but can walk through a tunnel, sometimes above ground, sometimes under it. In Montreal, their Metro system is actually attached to a massive underground mall. They're like reverse skyscrapers. It's intense. 

In Quebec, where it's much more humid, there's a lot more snow. In many places in Quebec City, they actually set up little temporary tents overtop of driveways and some sidewalks so the snow just lands on top and slides off, so they don't have to shovel their driveways all of the time. They have a ridiculous amount of snow. Example: 


This bike was just abandoned in Quebec because a particularly heavy snowfall trapped it. 

Anyway, quick tips! Remember, nobody knows how to drive in snow for at least a few days after the first snowfall. They forget that they can't stop on a dime, so don't leap out in front of cars. Seriously, pedestrians may have right of way, but you can't wine about it in court if you're dead. Also, drivers, don't rush up to stop signs or try to rush through yellow lights. Leave yourself long stopping distances. Trust me on this. 

Also, wear practical shoes, and fashion styles. This thing for tights that's oh so popular in the states? You won't last five minutes if the bus is late. Same goes for high heels. If you need to wear them, change at your destination and leave the clunky boots with your scarf and jacket at the coat check. Practicality trumps fashion this time of year, guys!

Hot drinks are in: tea, hot chocolate, coffee, hot toddies... 
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I'm really grateful that I took up jogging this past winter. It served me well today.

The backpack that I have is, I estimate, at least five times my weight. No, I may be overestimating, sorry, it just feels that way - more like one third of my weight, perhaps one half. The backpack is of pretty good quality, so the weight is distributed quite evenly, and there are no sharp poky bits jabbing into unfortunate places or anything.

Today I learned that I can run with it.

It's not that bad - I don't have anything hanging off of it that can serve as an annoying counter-weight or anything.

Anyway, the story goes that we have a bus to catch at 9:25 this morning. No big deal, the bus station is 10 minutes walk away, get up at 8:00, have a leisurely breakfast, etc. Besides, Erin told me, the busses to Waterford leave every hour, so if we miss this one, it's not too much of a hardship to get the next one. Still, I wanted to leave on the earlier one so we could have a leisurely lunch in Waterford, seeing the sights, before continuing on to Cork later that afternoon. I packed the night before, as I am wont to do, folding the next day's clothing on top, and leaving only my toiletries out. But the breakfast dragged on (several of the others wanted scrambled eggs), and Chad faffed around a little bit (he hadn't packed up his stuff yet), so we left the hostel late - at 9:15 or so.

Optimistically, I didn't push Erin to give me the bus ticket (which was good for all day), thinking that we would stay together. Sara and I forged ahead, at a quick pace, hoping to catch the bus driver and hold the bus for the others, who were struggling with their bags (one had hers on rollers, which is no good when you're running over cobblestones in a hurry). Sara and I arrived in time to catch the bus... but only because the driver was already running four minutes late. He couldn't wait, but he did for a few minutes, because we swore that the others were right around the corner... But they weren't. I think that they took a wrong turn or something.

Oh, and apparently the next bus to Waterford didn't leave for another three hours - not one hour. So, making a split decision, Sara and I paid the 8 euro fare and hopped on this bus: without the other three.

It turned out fine - we had a lovely day puttering about Waterford, admiring carved crystal, peering into Reginald's Tower and taking photographs of their many churches. Also, having a lovely morning tea at a place called the Granary.

The others ended up instead taking a bus directly to Cork at like 12:30. They got no lunch, and suffered a four hour bus ride with no break. Sara and I had a lovely, relaxing day, broken up by two more unmanageably-long bus rides.

Lesson learned, other guys: have breakfast on the run, make sure you know where the station is, and make sure you plan your time. Sara and I had already learned this lesson, and now the others will too (maybe they'll be more inclined to listen to our nagging! ;) ).

Also, always be prepared to be able to run with half your weight in supplies on your back, as a general survival skill. It might just come in handy.


(I should also mention that I'm very "GLEE!" today because Kevin Spaans, the boss of the era supervisors at Fort Edmonton, e-mailed me today, asking me if I was free to work some shifts as a costumed historical interpreter, probably to replace someone going on vacation. I wrote him back that I would LOVE to, but I suspect that "early- to mid-June" means that I won't be back in time to do it. But he thought of me immediately as someone to hire as a replacement! <3 Maybe there would be more shifts to come! <3 This is a good sign!)

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