A pile of candy-coloured snow on a hot day in June is no surprise to many Canadians. The photo location may help those outside the country, though it helps to know what a “community recreation centre” is.
Tag: snow
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the white details on a white background are a bit hard to make out …
A house down the road does these very intricate snow sculptures:
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bike, loader, snow
Someone was inexpertly practicing scales on a brass instrument nearby. The wind brought the smell of an early spring barbecue. -
uh …. Calgary?
Look, I know the Flames won last night, but that’s no excuse for all the snow we’re getting today. C’mon, it’s spring!
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a bit better than before
I just ran the fuel numbers for our recent grand trip to Missouri. For 4380km in a Honda Civic DX, we used about 292 litres of fuel. That works out to be 6.7l/100km (or 42.3 / 35.3 UK / US mpg). That’s not quite as good as I’d hoped; I’ll put it down to driving a little fast on very chunky snow tyres.
At least it’s better than last time …
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Frosty’s Drano (or the snowmen’s suicide pact)
Catherine pointed out that the current Tim Hortons “Happy Holidays” campaign depicts an ill-advised, possibly fatal, beverage choice for snowmen:
To me, it’s clearly a suicide pact. They don’t want to see another summer. They’re going to a better place where it’s always ten below.
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bleh
I will state for the record that the 401 was absolute bleh driving out to Goderich tonight. Snow tyres don’t like rain.
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tired
I’m hanging out near Warden and Danforth while I get snow tyres (I still can’t kick that spelling) fitted. It irks me that I could buy a nice fixie for the cost of these wheels, but that’s owning a car for you.
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fake plastic trees
They’re setting up some kind of christmas filmset in the parking lot – an ad, maybe? There are many fake trees in the parking lot, some with lights, and what looks like rolls of fake snow. There are also a hotdog stand and a London Underground sign – wha?
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In Edmonton, but no thanks to WorstJet
Jet lag, lack of sleep, and a whole day of company orientation isn’t doing much for my clarity of thought right now. What I need is steak and beer.
Last night’s flight was supposed to get in at 10:30, but what with WestJet‘s faffing around, we got in well after midnight. It was about 1am (or 03:00, Toronto time) before I got settled in the hotel room.
I’ve never been in a city with trolley buses before. Guess I can’t say that any more. It’s also the furthest west I’ve ever been.
I wonder if the snow drawing below (as seen from my hotel window) is supposed to be a hometown homage to Bob The Angry Flower?
