We don’t usually pay much attention to weather forecasts. Whatever will be, will be, right? If the weather is bad, we just make the best of it. But occasionally you have to listen to what the weather reports have to say. And last night was one of those times.
We were supposed to drive the 70 miles (110 kilometres) to Toronto for a concert yesterday evening. But as we sat in the warm, listening to the freezing rain beating against the basement windows and the wind howling through the trees, we were all glad we’d taken the forecasters’ advice and stayed home.
Not that our night was without incident. At about 2.30 am we were all rudely awoken by the high-pitched beeping of the alarm system, which was panicking because the power had gone out. While most of us found this understandably annoying, Marty (Rich and Sue’s Jack Russell terrier) was terrified.
Marty finally settled down, only to be set off again, less than an hour later, by another series of ear-piercing shrieks from the alarm. This time it was unhelpfully informing the entire house (and probably half the neighbourhood) that power had come back on, only to go immediately off again.
If we’d needed any more convincing that staying home last night had been the right decision, the view outside this morning did the trick. Everything was covered in a layer of ice at least a quarter-inch thick… grass, trees, cars, walls… everything.
Beneath the big maple trees in the backyard it looked like someone had been smashing bottles. The grass was covered with shards of ice, shattered off the branches above as they were tossed around by the wind. And quite a few of those branches were among the debris.
As I write, the ice is melting, and the rain (the non-freezing kind) is falling steadily. The whole of southern Ontario is already flooded, since the ground – saturated by recently melted snow – can’t absorb any more water. Unsurprisingly then, our lawn is now a swamp.
To top it all, the power outage seems to have caused the water softener to have a fit and flood part of the laundry room, and the kitchen roof is leaking. (Anyone know a good handyman?!)
And Marty’s still not keen to go outside!