Wait Five Minutes

There’s a saying in Alberta, as I’m sure there is in most other places, that if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. While the wind is constant, the seasons are not and you can experience several in a day. In the morning. I was crunching across a dry grain field. That evening I was brushing snow off my Starlink dish to get my signal back.

The weather may have taken more than five minutes to change, but it was definitely quite a change. We woke up to about three inches of the white stuff and three more fell throughout the morning.

My daughter, now age twenty-four, took advantage of the moment and built her first snowman in nearly a couple of decades while her grandmother watched from inside.

I had planned to spend Sunday hiking in the field across from the parents’ farm, but wound up passing most of the day inside instead. The weather forecast had indicated a fifty percent chance of snow at best, and just a light dusting. What we got was thick and wet and it quickly saturated my hiking shoes. I brought the wrong ones for sure.

I didn’t get to bust out my dSLRs and make art like I had hoped, but we still managed to have fun inside. We watched a movie and played Cribbage. My mother-in-law was happy to be out of the long-term-care and back at her farm home for the weekend and to eat real food.

It wasn’t a bad weekend by any means. We were able to get together as a family and celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving. There was good food and even a few naps, which are not a bad thing when you’re at the tail end of middle age. And it’s certainly not a bad thing to look out a window at a cold landscape while you’re holding a hot cuppa. Definitely something to be thankful for even if it wasn’t what you were expecting five minutes ago.

Oh look, more images from my Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra. It’s almost like it goes everywhere in my pocket.