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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

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner