Well, Now, It’s the First Snow!

How do you top the Love Penguin?

It’s snowing in the Mizzle. Big, fat, dusty flakes of snow are swirling in the lights over the highway. Allegedly, we are bracing for a big snowfall. I am so confuddled about what day or season it is, I’m truly stunned that we can have a big (don’t laugh, non-Vancouverites; 30 cm is big enough to cripple us) snowfall today and tomorrow. Sure, today is November 26th edited to add: See what I mean? It’s the 25th. The 25th! Sigh. but what does that MEAN? And why am I so cold all the time?

I came across someone’s ‘blog (can’t for the life of me remember where) recently and she wrote that the first x number of weeks of motherhood was like one long day. I feel that. Intellectually, I know it’s November. Almost December, in fact. But I feel like someone stopped the hands on the clock in late June. I don’t have any framework for the passage of time. In my house, everything looks much the same because I am staring at it all the time.

One long day; with bathroom and lunch breaks and sometimes sleep and sometimes less sleep and little victories and few, far between – moments where I want to quit this job and give the baby back (but to whom? I don’t know! That’s the hell of it, right there!) and re-do my resume and put on my job-hunting pants and get out of this house.

One long day; I get smaller, the baby gets bigger, SA’s beard gets bushier, the catt, well, he’s just a catt. I feel like I’m in a flip-book with a slightly different picture on each page. You flip it real fast and we just live our lives at normal speed and suddenly we’re putting the fireplace on not to amuse the baby but to keep ourselves warm. While it snows. I should put a sweater on over this tank top I guess.

Speaking of armpit hair, it was recently brought to Goddessa’s attention that Canada Post has gravely offended one of Goddessa’s great pals, the Golden Aardvark. GA purchased a very important item from an online retailer and had his purchase shipped to him via Canada Post. Weeks passed. GA checked his tracking number with the online tracking system of Canada Post’s website and the information provided indicated that a delivery had been attempted to his address and a notice-card left. (There was no such card.) Furthermore, the website provided a link to information about the post office where GA’s package was being held. (The link to the post office location said, “Error. No Such Location.”) GA wrote an email to Canada Post’s customer service department and asked about his alleged notice-card. 7 days later (7 days later!) he received a reply saying his package had been successfully delivered to him. (Patently untrue!) When he checked his tracking number on the website again, the information had been updated and now stated that he had not claimed his package, therefore it was being returned to sender. Incensed, he called Canada Post’s toll-free help line, only to be told to call back on Monday, during business hours.

Canada Post, you are shamed by the agreeable ponies of this great nation who, without argument or promise of reward, would happily carry mail more efficiently and with more accountability than your incompetent and unapologetic “system.”
Canada Post, you done been smote!

Everyone’s Christmas cards are coming by Fed-Ex; damn the expense!