More than 260,000 Toronto households without power right now, because of the huge ice-storm that has swept through. Fortunately we are not amongst them. We did however provide a bed overnight for our friend Boyd, who is without heat or light or cooking options.
We have our own small problems, nonetheless: mainly that Rob has come down somehow with pneumonia. She started feeling unwell on Saturday – our third anniversary – and by 1 am was awake with intense chest pains. It was the middle of the night, the worst of the ice-storm, so we ummed and ahhed for quite a while before deciding I should drive her to the hospital. We got dressed, and went outside, only to find the car armour-plated top to bottom with mottled grey ice. I chipped away at the windscreen, slithering on the skating rink that our parking lot had turned into, and then said, this is crazy, we can’t drive in these conditions! We tried calling a cab, and eventually called 911, and ten minutes later there was an ambulance in the snow and ice outside, red lights flashing. Off we went, to Toronto Western, where Rob was wired up and tested and told that no, she was not having a heart attack but – after an x-ray, that she had pneumonia!
It was 7.30 in the morning by the time we got home, and we went straight to bed for a couple of hours, and after that I chipped the car out for a second time and drove gingerly down Shaw Street, taking the turn into Dupont with considerable care, to Loblaws, for ready-made soup and antibiotics.
With temperatures set to plunge, the ice is here to stay, apparently. But we are the lucky ones. With most of our Ward without power, we have electricity, and warmth, and each other.
Merry Christmas, everyone!