One of the many reasons I love Toronto is its ability to abandon all hope at the sight of a single snowflake. Yesterday there was a weather prediction of 10-15 centimetres of snowfall and some of my teachers talked about cancelling today's classes in advance. I'm not sure how 10-15 centimetres translates into such an emergency but when I looked out of my window this morning , I realized it's all part of the city's psyche. Cars crawling over the road like insects, the occasional truck lumbering through, and the consistent bleep bleep of snow ploughs and of course, police sirens. I can chalk this all up as the arrogance of a small town girl who has seen many a blizzard and plenty of snow dumped onto the roads day after day - with very few cancellations - but I must remember that this is Toronto, so everything's a big deal.
I was perusing my RSS feed (thanks Google) this morning and the Toronto Star had a great quote:
"It's not as if we're going to be buried in the snow, or call out the army or anything like that," said Environment Canada meteorologist David Phillips. "It's pretty much a ho-hum."
Nevertheless, after a lot of texts from the warm cocoon of my bed this morning, it became apparent that most of the city DOES think this is more than a "ho-hum". In fact, it could even be considered a "broohaha"; either that, or Torontonians just really like having an excuse not to go to work or, more importantly, class. Case and point: myself.
I can think of nothing better than being "snowed in" on Valentines Day, free to watch episode upon episode of What Not To Wear, Ten Years Younger, all while consuming vast amounts of Muslix. This holiday, kick it old school! Or at least until Lavalife gives me something other than 38-year old engineers from Mississauga who are interested in getting married and having children. Until then, I have TLC - and really, isn't that what people want most on V-Day?
