The last time we spoke, I was poorly putting to words what I felt inside with the loss of my Nana this fall, and the loss of my Grandma earlier in the summer. Not a really joyful way to end the conversation for the year. So I think it’s appropriate that we talk again as our holiday season is nearly wrapping up.

Vancouver Art Gallery in the snow – courtesy of tripleman

I’ve done quite well over the past few weeks all things considered. I scored some decent gifts, gave many more, visited with family and friends, and received the white Christmas I always ask for. Yes, snow, snow, and more snow. In my dreams it was to provide for the perfect Christmas for everyone to enjoy, but it appears what can be one person’s dream is the nightmare of another.

Our first unofficial snowfall came on December 13, the same night as the company Christmas Party. With everything going on downtown that night, the odds of catching a lift from a taxi were worse than the Detroit Lions going oh fer this season, so after waiting outside in the cold (and although dressed to the nines, not appropriately for the cold weather), Marnie and I elected to make our way from the Vancouver Convention Centre to the Sandman Suites on Davie. This may seem asinine to most, but we actually did well as many who waited for taxis ended up waiting up to 3 hours at the Convention Centre while we scored a cab on West Georgia. The next day, the sun came out and all was well.

Delayed, delayed, oh.. and if you didn’t hear, delayed! – courtesy of John Biehler

Or at least everyone thought it was. We then went through a pretty deep freeze for the South Coast only to see more and more and more snow fall. As we here on the Left Coast don’t deal with the snow too well, all sorts of things began to break down, the worst probably having to do with the airport. Day in and day out, the news showed people at wits end queue up in endless lines hoping to find a seat on a plane that was actually taking off. Flights were first delayed, then canceled and re-booked, then delayed and canceled once more. Even my parents who flew out to Calgary on Boxing Day got to experience a 5 hour wait at YVR with an additional hour on the tarmac, but they were lucky as their plane eventually made it to their destination.

So I apologize for all of you who were affected by my selfish desires for a white Christmas. I simply wanted it to be the most wonderful time of the year and thought that snow was necessary for that to be the case. My bad.