Won’t It Stop Snowing?

This weekend – and I do mean the whole 48 hours – we’ve had what some people here in Quebec call ‘pleige’ (closest English pronunciation would be ‘pledge’ without the ‘d’. Closest English translation would be ‘snain’). This snow/rain hybrid is a plague. It’s heavier than snow and since it’s half-melted, it’s as wet as shoveling rain. And you have to get it off your porch/stairs before it freezes or else there are broken bones in your future.
But that’s not even the most annoying thing about pleige.
Because it is so dense, pleige clogs all the street drains, causing puddles of salt, rubber and road dirt flavored Slurpee to populate every sidewalk and street. It sludges over your ankle when you walk in it – which means, thanks to your pants’ capillarity, that you’re wet up to your knees – and it takes flight when a car drives through it.
As if it weren’t hellish enough, one Slurpee puddle out of three covers an actual – and sneaky – layer of ice which may cause you to take a plunge.

Today, we had something different; an actual snowstorm. On top of every now frozen solid puddle of Slurpee now lays a foot high snowbank. I kid you not. The sidewalk and the streets are relatively snow-free (as in ‘there’s barely three inches of snow’) but every time you want to cross the street, you have to step through a snowbank. Some of them actually go up to my knee, which is arguably not all that high compared to other people but still.
The funny thing is that this is my fourth Monday at Frima Studio (which kind of translates to “Rime” Studio) and the third on which I have to brave a similarly violent snowstorm to get to work.
Maybe it’s not that funny (except for Mother Nature).

And now I’ve got a cold.

That, dear readers, is March in Quebec City!

The reason I’m telling you all this is that it’s easier to rant than write a worthy drabble through the pulsing discomfort of my sinuses.
I’m afraid my reading of your ‘Memory‘ drabbles will have to wait and so will my own take on the challenge. 😉

About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

8 responses to “Won’t It Stop Snowing?

  • Andrew Carson

    Sorry to hear you are having it so rough with the weather over there Aheila and nobody can blame you wanting to rant about it. The great thing about having a blog I’ve found is it affords you the opertunity to rant without the consiquences of doing so in public, haha, maybe a hot toddy would help you with your cold.

  • Claudie A.

    I rather loved the storm today, but I didn’t have to go outside for long, or use my car. The rain, though… I had to walk a good hour in it, and I tell you, it’s no fun. All in all, a cute weather cocktail.

    But hey, we’ve seen worse, haven’t we?

  • mish

    Hey A ~~ and here I am at the opposite end of the world , suffering under the stifling humidity that accompanies the summer/autumn transition period . With the intense heat , which renders sleep almost impossible , I cannot even begin to imagine anything close to ice/snow and the temperatures you are currently experiencing ! Amazing isn’t it ?

  • Anna

    I hate winter, omg. We’re going to have to get on the roof to push some snow down, it’s just crazy thick up there. My boyfriend removed half the snow from the back porch last week, and it’s snowed so much it’s back at the same height again. More shoveling to do…

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