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crikey another storm

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2014.02.05

Great, another snow storm.

I'm not actually sure how I'm going to get home from work. There are Go cancellations all over the network, and apparently everything across the city is jammed. I see street cars in motion and the snow seems to have stopped but I know better than to try the subway/bus route because that bus line can't make the hill on Woodbine when there's more than a dusting of snow.

At around this time last year, we had a real wallop, also. I wound up blundering around the east half of the city first trying to get to work, then trying to get home. Heh.

Pity that the layer cake of solid ice and congealed sodden snow prevents tobogganing.

rand()m quote

If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic... I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. And I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often. If I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.

—Jorge Luis Borges