I’ve been home sick for the past two days and that has meant lots of knitting and TV-watching and grapefruit-eating.
I had to go out today and buy more grapefruits because I had depleted the stock. The grocery store is about half an hour away by foot, and about halfway there I started wondering why I had ventured out of my nice warm comfy house where I felt not too bad as long as I wasn’t doing anything. Here I was, slowly trudging through snow and ice on a busy, noisy street, feeling the strength drain from my body with every step, feeling the blood pounding through the arteries in my head, for a whole hour, and for what? A grapefruit.
By the time I got to Loblaws I realized I needed to get more than a grapefruit, just to make the journey worthwhile, so I got chicken breasts, capers, Hagen-Dazs ice cream, cauliflour and a crusty roll, and then I put the ice cream back in the freezer because it was the only thing that didn’t start with the letter C. Except for the grapefruit of course. But grapefruit is citrus, and citrus starts with a C and has lots of Vitamin C in it. As you can see, I was feverish and suffering from a touch of fever-induced obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And then I trudged back home with all my C-food in my knapsack. There was a 50-meter stretch of sidewalk on Merivale that hadn’t been cleared and was now most likely unclearable because of the freezing rain. Someone had abandoned their stolen shopping cart in the mess.
For me, this stretch of sidewalk is a nuisance and a potential hazard. For the person who abandoned their shopping cart, this stretch of sidwalk just wasn’t worth the hassle. But it crossed my mind that anybody who lives in the neighbourhood and uses a wheelchair probably can’t go to the grocery store anymore.
Anyway, there’s another storm blasting into Ottawa tonight. I heard 20 more centimeters of snow, plus ice pellets and freezing rain and strong winds. And then another storm is expected on Saturday. The City apparently ran out of road salt, but has since found a more expensive source.
I had trouble finding salt too. The stores were out of it. A friend gave me a bag from his personal stash. My letter carrier has been leaving notes in my mailbox saying my pathway needs to be de-iced. I agree it’s treacherous and I want to de-ice it, but I’ve totally lost the battle with winter. I forgot to clear it one night after snow or freezing rain or something, and I didn’t get away with it – my steps are covered in thick, uneven, chunky ice. I’ve been throwing salt on it, but it’s too little too late.
I think the only thing that can fix it now is Spring.