Over the last 24 hours, I have struggled to put into words, even in my own mind, why I feel affected so strongly by this past weekend. On the face of it, there are no particular traumas direct enough to affect me:
I didn’t experience the storm that ravaged Ottawa — I missed the rain before 4:15 p.m. as I was at work, and by 5:15, I was at home with Jacob hanging out and playing board games by flashlight, no real issues;
One of the tornadoes hit our “area” and in theory it *could* affect me, but it wasn’t MY neighbourhood, proximity is more tangental in that it hit close to Jacob’s school.
The largest recorded single-day snowfall in Ottawa’s history. That was today. As of 5:00 p.m., they already had 46 cm, obliterating the 1947 record of 40.6 cm.
I cleared snow this morning so that I could drive Jacob to school, and Andrea to the bus. Ran a couple of errands afterwards, not great weather for driving but not horrendous. Came back home, did a bunch of stuff around the house, and watched it pile up.
I was a bit anxious about picking Jacob up at the end of the day, with the school buses obviously and needfully cancelled. I cleared the driveway again around 2:30, and headed for J around 3:00, for what is normally a 10 minute drive.… Read the rest