Friday, March 13th - for the second month in a row

Conditions at 5:30 am: overcast and -12' but feeling more like -20'
Expected later: temperatures remaining the same but snow squall warnings for this morning

The weather on Wednesday was lovely. Not sunny till the end of the day but above freezing.  When I got home there were large puddles of water in the yard but as it was to go way below freezing over night I made sure not to park in them. I really didn't want to have to try to get my car out of the ice first thing on Thurday morning.  It's fairly seasonable temperatures but maybe another snow storm on Sunday. So far they're predicting 25 to 35 cm of snow - seriously!  Then more predicted for Wednesday. Hopefully mother nature times it so it doesn't interfere with Brenda's departure on Tuesday.  I know she's looking forward to her trip out west and skiing with the girls.



So it seems the Pied Piper has been found - okay, different piper.  Received this photo from Patti of James all decked out as the newest member of the Guelph Pipe Band.  He looks very happy to be in his new threads. (argyle socks are on the way) The young man does like to be in a uniform, of one form or another. Now he's all set for the competition in April.  I suppose he'll be marching in parades sometime in the future. It makes me remember when I was young and I took baton lessons. We marched in parades of all sorts but the worst were the Santa Claus Parades. We wore short skirts with tights to keep warm and needed to have bare hands to property twirl our batons, and being made of metal, they were mighty cold. But the most confusing parades were those where we were sometimes sandwiched between a brass band in front and a pipe band in behind. It was just a cacophony of noise that made no sense whatever but you just tried to keep in time with the person in front of you. Glad I was never that person, who was responsible for leading the whole group.

Meanwhile Meghan has found a way to earn herself some money during March Break. When she went to Montessori School she always enjoyed the Art Camp held there during the week off school. Now that she's in junior high, she's been invited/hired to help out with the camp. You've gotta love it when you get paid to do something you really enjoy. Good for you, Meg. Tristen usually goes to that camp. How will he enjoy being told what to do by his big sister?