Minus 40C with the wind factor today. When I walked between B’s house and mine this morning (4 minute walk), the wind made me cry and my tears froze at the bottom of my geek girl glasses, which stuck to my face like a tongue to a frozen post, fogging up and making me essentially blind (I’m very myopic). It’s a good thing B. and I live on the same street. I could walk to my place from his with my eyes closed but somehow I had a hard time doing it with one inch of ice in front of them. Still, I made it safely home, and after I put my contacts on I swore not to go back outside for the rest of the day.
There’s a big Hydro-Quebec truck behind my house and it keeps making the weirdest sounds, like the whole crew from Star Trek is working back there. I keep expecting Jean-Luc (Picard, bien s�r) to show up on my deck and ask if he can use my bathroom. They’ve been working for what seems like hours. The lights of my neighbors’ houses go off, and then back on. I think I’m the only one on the street who hasn’t lost power yet. I feel like I should go offer these guys some hot chocolate or something. Or maybe just a little pot de vin. One should always make friends with electricity workers in the heart of the winter.
