Head Tale

Our library director commutes daily from Regina to Weyburn and back, a round-trip of about two and a half hours.  He told a funny story before Christmas about one day a few years ago when a blizzard hit the province and he was the only person to make it to work that day – even though everybody else on staff lived right in Weyburn!  (Good thing he did too – a window had broken at their old headquarters building so he ended up spending the first half of the day shoveling out the snow drift that had accumulated in the stacks! )

So this afternoon, a big blizzard hit Saskatchewan and since I was already out on the road after a 7am start, I had to make a decision as to whether to stay overnight in Carnduff, a town two hours away from Weyburn, try to make it back halfway to Estevan or all the way home.  Being a good ol' prairie boy, I chose the stupidest option and drove all the way home in heavy swirling, blowing snow. (It should've been a clue when I pulled in for gas just after leaving Carnduff and the attendant said she hadn't heard how the roads were as far as Weyburn but two semis had just pulled in and said they were calling it a night.) 

But anyhow, other than a brief stop to check on a car in the ditch (nobody there), I made it with the sounds of Beach Boys “Fun Fun Fun” on satellite radio, guiding me home the final couple miles. 

The funniest part?  One of my father-in-law's co-workers who also drives a fuel truck for Petro-Canada (ie. makes his living driving) is currently upstairs, storm-stayed because he doesn't want to risk it driving back to his hometown which is fifteen minutes outside Weyburn. Wuss!