December 24th, 2008


Yesterday's adventures

-Ants in the Christmas tree. Mum's, not mine. Which was funny, as while watching a movie veryverylate the night before last, hunched over my laptop with my back to the fireplace because the house was bloody cold, I thought I saw one crawl across my slipper. However, as it was 1:30 in the morning, I'd decided it was a hallucinatory ant after I'd completed the requisite flail-shudder and couldn't find it anymore. Apparently not. Huh. Got up in the afternoon to discover Mum and littlestsis cursing and squishing with paper towels. Bought a new one at the Triple Tree yesterday evening before Mum dropped me off at the SkyTrain, which so far as I know has not developed similar issues.

-Loans forms finally showed up. ABOUT BLOODY TIME. Took them over to the post office, and apparently they Expresspost everything governmental so it should either arrive today or tomorrow. Since Canada Post only truly shuts down on Christmas Day and Boxing Day, I'll wait 'til Monday to call Canada Student Loans and make sure they received it. (And hope like hell they do, because at that point I will have a grand total of two days remaining in which to get everything processed or the money disappears, poof, like smoke. Interestingly, on the same day I received my quarterly loans statement, y'know, the one telling me how much I owe? And it includes the money they haven't given me yet. Which... huh. Right. Huh. That money had better appear, is all I'm saying. *baleful glare Eastward*)


-Went out for tea (last of the year before they close down for three weeks! *sad*) with mik100 and katrinaswift, and got caffeinated. Am about to go and get more caffienated. And possibly eat something.

-OH MY GOD IT IS SNOWING AGAIN WHY WHY WHY. Seriously, if it snows all night again tonight I might not be able to get out to Mum's tomorrow, at least not with, y'know, presents. And clothes, those are probably important, too. It was raining at Christmas last year. It was much more convenient.

-Very Warm Blue Socks I was making have hit a roadblock, as I discovered, 1.3 socks into the project, that of the very wooly Icelandic yarn I had remaining, I had enough for precisely 1.6 socks. Unfortunately the yarn shop on Main was closed when we got there (thank you very much, #3 bus, which stopped for no reason at the curb and kicked everyone out, forcing us to walk the remaining eight blocks), and while I suppose I could wait until the new year and our expedition to Point Grey where they may sell the same yarn, I'm impatient and have decided that instead I will tear apart both socks and start over again, making the cuffs, heels and toes different colours with the darker blue I have in the same yarn. I'm not convinced I could find the same exact yarn anyway, as apparently they've changed all their colour codes and the bands I've got do not match any of the colours I was able to find online. I'm pretty sure I know what the new colour code is, but I had to match by sight, and everybody knows you can't trust colour on the Internet. *shrug*

Also, I am compulsive and it would have to be exactly right and could not be exactly right, and this is why I am a crafty person by necessity (i.e. impossible crushing boredom/procrastination), not nature. Patterns are relaxing only when you can get them to work precisely to spec.

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-Hopefully the roomie, who has spent the past two days getting her flights home cancelled, has landed safely in Edmonton and is at her parents' by now. I assume she has, as her flight was slated to leave at 2pm, but I can only assume as she has not updated her LJ since this morning. Well, we shall see. Vancouver is simply not designed for this weather and evidently YVR had all of one runway all day yesterday, but last I heard things had cleared up. (UNLESS IT SNOWED, OH WAIT.)

Another timely Christmas gift from Mother Nature

So. Buses are running five to six slots behind, the SkyTrain is taking twenty-five minutes between appearances on the Millennium Line (mine), and my mother cannot get her car out of her driveway. Which means nobody can come get me, and my only (even semi-reliable) option is to SkyTrain west to Waterfront (all the way downtown, to the very end of the line) and take the Westcoast Express back in the other direction - this is a real train, on actual train tracks, and while it is evidently running a bit late it is still decidedly running, sigh. Assuming I can get on the first train, which will doubtless be packed with smarter people who are skiving off work an hour early in order to get home at all, and assuming I am not killed by fellow transit-goers for my massive armful of holiday-related crap, I should hit Maple Ridge about two hours after leaving Renfrew.

This would be the trip that normally takes forty minutes.


No seriously, this is ridiculous. This is unnatural.

*really, really over winter now*

On the upside, Very Warm Blue Socks V2.0 are coming along well.


So this is exciting. Waterfront Station, as it turns out, does have wireless, making this the one and only useful thing Bell Mobility has ever done for me. No, wait, I take that back, I just tried to open Firefox and it took me to a payment page. Dicks.

Anyway, after a thirty-five-minute wait on the platform at Renfrew, a fifteen minute trip to Commercial/Broadway (usually a three-minute trip), a twenty-five-minute wait on the skywalk at Broadway because the platforms were full and they were only letting through one trainful of people at a time, a further fifteen-minute wait on the platform, there followed a pretty awful, claustrophobically speaking (I nearly became a statistic, victim of two women with obscenely oversized strollers), thirty-minute five-station trip to Waterfront, where I am now. I've got my train ticket, which says four-thirty but is evidently for three PM, so I may actually be able to get out of Vancouver in the next two hours. I'm supposed to be back at the platform at 2pm for them to open the gates at 2:15PM, but how long it will take us to get to Maple Ridge is anybody's guess. There is currently, from what I can see through the station windows, an honest-to-god blizzard going on outside, on top of the two feet of snow already on the ground in downtown Vancouver.

I post all this so that those of you who are trapped in airports across this vast continent can take comfort in my inconvenience. I was going what ought to have been about forty minutes' travel across the ground and I'm still trapped in transit. o.O

Seriously, WTF, winter?

Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Here, alive. Made Maple Meadows Station around 5pm, after the train had to stop three times to sweep snow off the switches. Including all transit, only took me FIVE HOURS TO GET HERE.

Also I have located my proper winter boots, where they had been hibernating in Mum's front hall closet since approximately 1996. Was promptly pushed in the snow by neighbour-of-long-standing, but it's all good, as he overlooked short people having lower centres of gravity and I got snow down his pants, ha ha. War may be resumed later, once re-inforcements arrive in form of middlelittlesis - littlestsis was too craven to come all the way outside.

Roughly 2.5 feet of snow in the street outside, and the street itself is blocked off at the ends for normal cars. Across-the-street neighbours drive big trucks which are presently the only way in and out of the street. This is how middlelittlesis (still at her apartment wrapping presents, as of ten minutes ago) is getting here from Pitt Meadows tonight - she drives Dad's old Corolla, which is roughly six inches from the ground and thus utterly useless DURING RAGNAROK.


It's getting windy outside, too. So much for walking the dogs. o.O