revolutions

Although I didn't sleep well last night, I did manage to dream that the French Revolution was happening all over again, only this time in Canada. We were living in BC, and we got word that the Quebecois were getting set to rage westward across Canada. My parents thought they would be safest if they went into hiding on their own (were we a really bourgeois family?), and then I was in charge of gathering my siblings together and getting to safety. I think the plan was to drive down the west coast, all the way to Mexico. I remember spending a lot of time in a 6-storey parking garage.

Strange.

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In the ever-popular topic of weather, I guess the spring-like air last week was just a big tease. We got dumped on this weekend. When we woke up Sunday morning, our parking lot was a mess! We weren't going anywhere that day. There was even a car stuck in the middle of the parking lot--I guess it tried to drive in late the night before and didn't have snowplow capabilities, so the driver just gave up.



Apparently more snow is expected tomorrow, and again on Thursday. I'm not sure I can take it too much longer.

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But I did receive a bright package in the mail today. Socks, knitted by my mom! Thanks, Mom!


(hmm, this view makes my legs look funny)