The long and winding ice-storm-coated walk. Our neighbourhood shops ran out of road salt soon after.

The long and winding ice-storm-coated walk. Our neighbourhood shops ran out of road salt soon after.

Happy New Year!

It was one week from today, on early Christmas morning, that we got our beloved electricity back to our house. Three days without power, approaching Christmas,  in sub-zero temperatures, makes you think. And I’m thinking how darn lucky our family is considering there are still about 100 Toronto homes out there that don’t have their power back and it’s New Years Day today.

Ice Storm in Toronto: it came quietly on the Saturday night (Dec.21st.)

Ice Storm in Toronto: it came quietly on the Saturday night (Dec.21st, the first day of winter).

My kids were not negatively impacted by the storm — what fun it is to “winter-camp” in your own home — armed with flashlights and candles, having to change clothes in your bed after warming it up with your body heat under the covers and sitting in front of the fireplace, watching our first fire set up in our living room since we moved into the house 8 years ago. [We closed off the fireplace with a barrier for 6 years since the kids were mobile toddlers and getting into everything.] What great timing to have cleaned out and inspected the chimney the week before… How fortunate that we still had hot water and a gas stove to keep the house above 10 degrees Celsius.  We didn’t lose any of our food; my husband immediately packed most of it into our giant shed-garage (acting as our freezer) and had to venture outside frequently for whatever milk and meat we were going to cook up on the stove. But after two days, my man was tired of camping in his own house and wanted to move into a downtown hotel. Ironically, four houses down the street from us, homes still had their heating and lights on, unaffected, while blocks of houses in my hood stood in the cold shadow with no signs of life. It was weird to feel like you were part of the “have-nots.”

Thank goodness I am married to a happy camper...The neighbourhood stores ran out of fire logs the next day.

Thank goodness I am married to a happy camper…The neighbourhood stores ran out of fire logs the next day.

So Christmas Eve was spent in a hotel room watching a lot of TV, using the hotel pool, and joining others who wanted to be part of the “haves.” But we had trouble finding a decent restaurant that night and the next day. We were not prepared to book in advance for the Christmas lunch buffet and pay exorbitant prices. Restaurants were sold out. So we were quite relieved to find our answering machine working when we called our own house on Christmas Day and returned to the warmth of the creaky abode, laden with Santa gifts left by the fireplace. Power had returned. Life resumes to normal. And I have no excuse for being disorganized and lazy these months, not having the time to blog and live life. Let’s go! On y va!

Christmas Dinner: fries, frozen fish sticks, chicken nuggets, peas and carrots. Who needs turkey when you've got family and a warm house?!

Christmas Dinner: fries, fish sticks, chicken nuggets, peas and carrots, from the garage to the oven. Who needs turkey when you’ve got family and a warm house?!

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