The Snow Commute

The 5 to 10” of snow was forecast to begin its arrival at 9:00 a.m. today, but it did not arrive until just after 11:00 a.m. There was a part of me that was really excited for the snow. I guess it’s just one of those things we didn’t have a lot of when I was in England. I don’t necessarily like having to do normal day living things with snow, but I love the whiteness and the stillness it invokes in me. One of my fondest memories last year occurred when I was taking the dog outside to do her ‘stuff’. As I was waiting, I listened to our neighbour’s wind chimes tinkling in the silence. It was just beautiful.

The part of me that was excited for the delay was due to the commute home. Last year, I waited 2 hours for a bus that had some room on it and then when we were on the ramp to the freeway (motorway), the bus ended up horizontally across the road and was unable to pull out of the snow and move forwards for about 15 minutes. What an adventure! Today I hoped that it would all hold off until we were safely home.

So, as I said, the snow began at just after 11:00 a.m. and within half an hour, the world was quite white out of the window of the 17th floor where I work. At 2:30 p.m. it was announced that the office was closing at 3:00 p.m. Wouldn’t you believe it! LOL! I sensed the enthusiasm of my co-workers. For me, I finish the day at 3:10 to 3:20 p.m. in the afternoon depending on which bus I manage to be in time for in the morning. I was in no hurry since I was anticipating a two hour wait at the bus stop. Since the offices were closing, I didn’t go for my daily torture at the gym, and ambled through the skyway to my usual bus stop. Then I decided to succumb and join in with the majority and walk to the first bus stop on the route instead of the second to last and see if I would be lucky (blessed) enough to get on a bus. I didn’t really care if I didn’t get a seat - just wanted to be a-moving.

The streets seemed silent as I strode along towards the first bus stop. It was kind of eerie in a way since there were a lot of people milling around. I kind of liked this muted noise. There were a lot more people at the bus stop than I thought there would be – in fact, for awhile I stood in the road near the kerb until I could inch my way inside the masses. The plan seemed to work as when the bus turned up, I was blessed enough to get on it. The standing on the way home was perfectly acceptable under these conditions. If the truth be told, I could actually eavesdrop a whole lot better. One lady was reminiscing about how when she opened her garage door in the snow, the snow fell into her garage and the door wouldn’t close fully again until she had swept it all away. From her conversation, I don’t think it was a problem with the sensors, but with the fact that there was so much snow that the door couldn’t fully descend. So, I wondered if this would happen when I got home. In fact, I was wondering if I wouldn’t even be able to get up the driveway. If this indeed happened, where would I park the car whilst I shoveled? Yes, in the way of the plough? So many options … I then decided that it wasn’t worth worrying about and to enjoy the adventure. Life is about enjoying the journey.

A Unique Phenomenon Perhaps?

Have you ever heard of bus etiquette? It appears that it found me. I don't know if it exists on any other bus routes, but on the Maple Grove Express, it is exhibited on every trip. I found out on the first trip I took home on the bus from Minneapolis after work. When the bus reached the transit station (bus station for those of us who speak English), I asked the lady who was sitting next to me whether she was getting off. 'Yes', she replied and didn't move. I hestitated for what seemed like a very long time and still she did not move. So I got up and headed for the exit. It did not take me long to comprehend that this wasn't what I should have done. I could feel my cheeks burning as I got off the bus. Still I did not make the same mistake twice.

On the Maple Grove Express, one lets those who had to stand in the aisle get off first; then the passengers take it in turns starting with those at the front of the bus to get off the bus. It is very organized and very orderly. I am very impressed. No jostling or pushing. It even beats the unloading of a plane when it has landed.

So, it is very apparent when there is someone who is new to the commute home on the bus. They just get up and head to the exit at the front. Some of us grin to ourselves remembering our first time. Some passengers get mad and block their way. The unique phenomenon continues due to 'peer pressure'. It doesn't take long for all to conform. So my question is 'how did this all get started?' What a great idea!

Amazing people who live in Minnesota

So I'm waiting for the bus home on Thursday, the temperature fluctuates between 3 and 4 degrees Fahrenheit and I laugh! Was it really today that people at work were excited that it was warmer today? Yes, the people who live in Minnesota are definately one of a kind! After low temperatures and wind chills that plummetted the surrounding areas of Minneapolis to -30 degrees Fahrenheit for awhile, people are excited that it is now 3 and 4 degrees F. Spring is just three and a half months away (if we are lucky!) and tomorrow and Sunday, snow.

So ... the Vital Statistics ...

Elizabeth took this photo this week. Quinn's eyes are turning a lighter blue ... so we assume that he will have the same colour as Elizabeth, David, my mum and myself. Unless they do a double take of course and turn brown. Isn't he gorgeous? Grandma is having cuddle withdrawal this week. We just need some technology like the transporter on Star Trek and then that would solve the distance issue with Elizabeth and Quinn and my family back in England.

So for of those of you who don't yet know, Quinn was born on the 2nd January, 2009; weighing in at 6lbs 15.8oz's; and having a length of 20 1/4 inches. So he was three weeks old yesterday. His full name is Quinn David Bracken. He was blessed on the 11th January in New Haven, Connecticut, USA. He is such a sweetheart!

Life as A Grandma is Wonderful!

I wish that I could have taken him home in my suitcase! Quinn is just the perfect size for cuddling. I couldn't resist smelling the wonderful baby smell and kissing his soft skin. He has a lovely nature and seems to enjoy taking everything in. Within ten days he was rolling onto his side! I couldn't believe it! He seems to absorb all sights, sounds and touches like a sponge.