Yes, snow does look kind of pretty.
But the city's inability to clear snow makes this a pain for cyclists
While I am delighted to leave Vancouver, there are people I am going to miss. Grandma, of course, but also my daily morning wine suppliers, foremostly Eda and Regina, LOL.
|I can't imagine the day starting any better than with Eda pouring wine|
T minus 30 hours
9 am. I could sleep forever. The cold, the darkness, and my middle name must have combined to evoke hibernation genes.
But NOT today. I have too much to do. Return the rental car, shop for and visit Grandma, empty my room of anything that shouldn't be here when I check out tomorrow. At 10 am it seems overwhelming.
1 pm. Laundry is done (don't want to leave dirty clothes in the car!) and shopping has been completed.
4 pm. Back from visiting Grandma. I wish someone would look after her while I'm gone, but there is no-one. I don't like leaving her all by herself but I also need to get out of here. A dilemma that is solved by a selfish but necessary action.
Pouring rain and gloominess have replaced the sunny deep-freeze outside and I can feel my already questionable mood deteriorating even further. I'm starting to understand why Russians drink so much and am very much looking forward to that 9 oz glass of White Rascal at Earls after Zulema gets here.
5:30 pm. I fill up the rental car and return it. The bill is high, but they actually gave me a very good deal for the 3 weeks that I had the car. They didn't even call me to check when I'd return the car because they know that my alternative and much preferred mode of transportation is a bicycle and they realized that the icy nightmare of the last weeks was NOT conducive to cycling.
8 pm. Zulema arrived, we had pizza at Earls, and I drank 4 glasses of wine. My mood has improved considerably, LOL.