Toronto has been pelted by an ice storm that’s caused much havoc in the city. Trees are shattering from the weight, children are skating on the streets – in ice skates, power is out throughout the city, public transit is a nightmare, and roads are in terrible condition.
The house has no power. Jon & Fiona have bugged out, as has Kathy. There’s a branch crashed through the roof of the garage, and another one down where the cars would normally be parked.
Jazz came up to me last night and asked, “Dad, is it bad that I feel like I’m missing out on all that chaos?”
“No Jazz. I feel the same way.”
From the safe frigid confines of Regina, we’ve been monitoring the situation online. Friends are sending text and Facebook updates. The news channels have been covering Toronto extensively, debating whether the Mayor should declare a state of emergency.
I kinda sorta wish I was there, suffering along with the rest of my fellow Torontotonians. I’ve never seen an ‘ice storm’ before. I feel a little bit like I’m cheating – like I took the easy way out. Ice storm survivor’s guilt.
Fortunately, when I woke up this morning, I saw the temperature in Regina hit -49c with the wind chill factored in. Skin will freeze in thirty seconds. Atomic motion will cease shortly after that.
Toronto gets hit by the odd freak of nature every once in a while. It makes the news and people across the country watch in droves.
Regina regularly gets hit by a natural disaster. It lasts for months and no one across the the country cares. It’s called ‘winter’.
I guess it all evens out.