Spring has arrived! Sort of.
Early last week we finally began to see some of that gorgeous Spring time weather I’ve been craving since January. Blue skies and sweater weather for three days in a row. I even broke down and bought myself a pair of rubber boots to wear when walking from point A to point B. These boots are super cute of course, and probably the best Spring-time purchase I have ever made. The depth of the puddles the runoff has caused along the roads and sidewalks is shocking, and without these boots I would never get anywhere with dry feet.
Then there is the mud pit also known as the Multiplex parking lot. It didn’t get paved last year before the frost set in, so now we have a mud pit. My rubber boots and I don’t mind so much, but the Multiplex janitor is right upset and there is one family who walks to the facility regularly and has not yet seen the logical benefits of rubber boots.
Anyways, enough about the boots. Grimshaw was enjoying the beautiful Spring weather when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the snow began to fly. We didn’t get hit quite as hard as the more southern parts of the province, but there is still snow on the ground. In April. At Easter.
The temperature is supposed to rise to six degrees today, with lots of sun, which means my rubber boots will become very handy before the end of the day. According to Grimshaw’s Mayor, my boots make me more northern each time I wear them. I can’t tell if that was a compliment on my new boots or a joke at my previous impractical footwear. In any event, I hope I’ve seen the last of the snow for this winter.
Yesterday, on Good Friday, I had the great opportunity to attend a service at City on a Hill in Peace River. My church and City on a Hill have been doing some combined services lately and it’s been a great experience. The Good Friday service has always been one of my favourites, mostly just because of the song selection, and the City on a Hill worship team did not disappoint.
After church Cody and I noticed the Home Hardware was open, a rare occasion. We need a shower stall for the basement bathroom in his house because the previous one broke. Into the store we went and out we left, a shower stall on order, and a bag of cement in hand to fix the hole. The previous owner had installed the shower stall over a 1.5 foot wide, by six inch deep, hole in the concrete. It’s no wonder the shower base cracked.
And just so everyone is up to date, 23 days until I am once again working one job (and maybe have a new reporter to work with and the big Editor position under my belt…but that’s not official yet), 47 days until I am in Ontario for four days, and 182 days before my last name quits being a dead giveaway for my heritage. Without blonde hair and the “ma” at the end of my name, I wonder if people will still suspect that I’m Dutch, likely not. They’ll probably just accept me as one of them, an adopted German northern Albertan.
AND for those of you who have not checked it out already, go visit my wedding website. You can read all kinds of romantic stories, learn about our bridal party, and even make song requests for the dance. Seriously, make song selections! We’d love to hear from all of you.