Probably shoveling. Yeah, shoveling snow is so awesome. It’s the best. You should come over next time it snows. I’ll let you try it. Just don’t tell anyone else how awesome it is.
It’s still cold outside. Really cold. In fact a few minutes before I went to write this, the following message came over the notification on my phone:
Extreme Cold Warning
Issued at 19:22 Friday 16 December 2016
A period of very cold wind chills is expected.
Clear skies and cold Arctic air are causing temperatures throughout Alberta to plummet this evening and wind chill values are already reaching -40 in several regions.
…and it goes on, generally informing readers how not to die of hypothermia tonight while they sleep. Welcome to Canada, folks!
Because of the cold weather and despite the fact that we’re still a few slabs of quartz short of a full kitchen, I was able to piece together a rather respectable chili tonight for dinner, chopping veggies at the dining table and generally trying to limit my mess. And it helped the whole production along that we had a brand new cast iron dutch oven to break in, too.
Or as Claire says: “Ahhhh! Why did you let him buy more cast iron, mom!”
I took a bit of some cash I got for my birthday recently and invested it in yet another piece of kitchen kitsch that will likely outlive me. It turns out that pre-holidays shopping is almost as good as Boxing Day or Black Friday sales. (The kid is gonna be cooking in style… at least some day when I’m through with it all and she inherits it all!) We rounded out our cast iron collection with a 7 quart (roughly 7 litre for we not as familiar with crazy american sizing) dutch oven. It’s weighs about fifteen pounds and sits on the stovetop like a glorious cauldron of epic cooking awesomeness. And it simmered up one heck of a chili.
I helped, too.
And Claire actually ate most of her serving… despite the beans.
Just going to throw this out there: Dear weather, you can warm up a bit now. Minus twenty was funny for a few days, but really? Sincerely, my toes.
December 10 What do we do when the weather turns REALLY FREAKING COLD? We hide in the house, stay in our pajamas until well after noon, play a lot of video games, do a few chores, poke at some of the leftover renovation tasks, paint a bit, read a bit, work on a jigsaw puzzle while we listen to the radio and drink hot coffee, and then curl up on the couch and fall asleep watching holiday movies. The thermometer dropped into the nearly minus thirty range, and the windchill made it essentially unbearable to even step outside to grab the newspaper. Tomorrow is supposed to be even worse: it makes me glad that I’m no longer training for a race… I might just sleep in.
We had summer?
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A standard toned wide-shot photo of your choice of subject.
I made everyone go for a walk this evening despite the impending rain.
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Ulterior motive: some pictures in the park.
This is shot at 24mm with a mid-range f-stop and about 1/750 sec exposure. The light was peeking from behind the looming clouds and offering a tempting perspective. Now if only we could do something about those bulldozers.
Honestly, since I haven’t been much for attending Wednesday evening run club for the last few months (see excuses related to parenting & bagpipes from a previous post) I was kinda expecting an easy loop, say five or six klicks around the neighbourhood.
The storm lurking on the horizon wasn’t prompting me to feel good about anything much longer than that distance, either.
But I arrived and there was Miss H, boldly asserting her training plan upon the rest of us, insisting that yes we could leave her to go run hills-with-a-chance-of-rain by herself, no problem, but she was going with or without us.
What else could I do? I ran hills.
Of course I haven’t run serious hill training in months. At least not hill training per se, not counting the epic mountain summit climbing race I’d done earlier in the month which my calves are still stubbornly bitter at me about. They were just barely talking to me again, and there I was pushing tread up the rolling, lolling creek valley as the storm flashed us with epic displays of distant lightning and grumbles of threatening thunder.
Up, down, up, down… repeat until sore.
Ten-and-change klicks later, tired and with burning calves of fury dangling with frustration from my hips, we rolled, plodded, slogged back into the shed just as the first spits of rain were poking at the sidewalk around us. By the time I made it to my truck I needed my windshield wipers.
And then it rained.
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A light-toned wide-shot photo of the weather.
I went running between cloud-bursts. Conveniently, I needed to photograph the weather today. Inconveniently, doing a wide shot of the rain is trickier than is sounds.
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Wide-shot immediately had me thinking GoPro. Virtually everything that comes out of that little camera is wide angle… or at least that’s how I have it set up. But it’s not the best for fine detail. It’s meant to capture broad action, and the little nuances of a Saturday morning spring shower are mostly lost on it.
As I was running along I came across this little worm on the asphalt. To me that summed it up. Rain. Worms crawling about on the sidewalk. A panorama of the trail leading away behind me. Not quite magical, but throw in the bright, shapeless clouds as a backdrop — not very exciting but it’s what I had — and you’ve got today’s theme all covered.
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We set a temperature record today. It’s April, and it feels like August. I’m supposed to be worried about snow and ice on the sidewalks, and instead we’re battling heat stroke and sun burns.
But wait… I’m getting to a point that is much more mundane than the weather: my run was a slog, and I want to blame the early heat when really, if I’m being completely honest, it probably has more to do with that this is my 18th consecutive run day and I’m just. so. tired.
Mondays are busy, so luckily I had just enough time to squeeze in a quick four laps around the local park. Claire played at the playground, waved at me at every pass, and then on my fourth flyby she was running for her bike, helmet hastily buckled, and racing me down the sidewalk in the direction of home.
It would have been cute, but I was blarg. Blargish. Blarg-g-g-g-g!
And I drank a lot of water when I got home. And summer… Summer is officially dreaded.
Later, a few hours after I ran, Emma asked me why I called this run “April Fooled” when I labelled it in Strava*.
*I label all my runs for reasons I will not extrapolate on at the moment.
Because it’s April first, I replied. But she wasn’t really buying it — even though I had no better reason.
I was thinking about it as the day pressed on and I guess I have a better answer. A slightly better answer. It’s this: because on April first, here in Edmonton, even though it was 20 degrees Celsius above zero when I ran, and I was wearing shorts, and the tulips were eagerly poking out of the soil of my flower beds… well, it’s gonna snow again. We just know it is. We’re fooled if we think that this is really spring.
But it doesn’t mean I won’t be enjoying it anyhow.