It happened. Every year, I know it will. But every year it catches me by surprise. Yes, I know the traditional retorts: "You chose to live there", and every year I question why I do. Being on the most westerly side of the prairies, too, it seems to be worse, coming in all at once in a storm, rather than scattered out over a few days or weeks. And I know, give it a few days and there will be a reprieve for maybe a week, two tops. But nothing is more discouraging than the first snowfall of the year.
That's right, it's now winter. Six whole months of winter (I think I just heard my reader in Florida, Texas and California just faint at the prospect). And in all honesty, winter does feel a touch late this year. Sure the snow doesn't start to stick around until November, but we made it almost all of October without a single flake.
What makes it the hardest is that my current city is unbelievably windy. Take cold wet snow, and then have it fly at you 70km/hr (roughly 44 mph). Now have that happen for about 15-20 minutes because you bus is late, since people have seemed to have forgotten how to drive in this weather. I've been home for 1/2 hour, and I still can't feel my toes.
Dressing for this weather, I thought, would be a breeze. Luckily, I had factored in the breeze. Today, I'm wearing not one but two dresses, oh, and I've layered a skirt and jacket with it!. I've got my brown Old Navy sundress, the pink dress from my challenge and this kind of awkwardly shaped brown skirt. I had contemplated wearing a slip between each layer, but I was already at 5 layers... plus tights on my legs. I did deal with a bit of static all day, but was very greatful for it when the wind came along and only blew up ONE layer of the skirts.
I kind of felt like a little kid playing dress up all day, with a big tutu type skirt. Unfortunately, only the top 2 layers really flew around when I spun, so I didn't do a lot of that (which is probably good. Afterall, I am in government, not preschool)