Us mountain men are ruff
Us mountain men are tuff
Us mountain men are mean and low down...

For some reason those words, sung by a 1950's Disney character, come back to me. Outside this morning were three inches of fluffy white snow (which I went out and shovelled). Baby, yer not in Ontario anymore!

For the first time in our lives we've seen, in stores like Walmart, something called "fire pits." They're a sort of raised barbecue kind of thing and you see them on Alberta restaurant patios and in backyards. In the summer here you need a jacket and jeans to sit outside comfortably, they say.

The movie we were watching last night (Catch Me if You Can--good movie) ended last night and local news came on. It was the Spokane, Washington station-- reminding us again that we're way out here--and they were showing pictures of people digging out after the storm, kids sliding down hills in the parks, and so on. That weather moved our way and showed up this morning.

I'm not complaining, mind you. The snowfall comes and is light and then we go back to sunshine and bliss. (Remember those Home on the Range lyrics? "...and the skies are not cloudy all day.")

Naw,
Us Calgary folk are ruff
Us Calgary folk are tuff
Us Calgary folk actually have a quite friendly reputation, but given the right circumstances can get a little mean, for example when traffic begins to get snarled on the Deerfoot...

(I guess Disney won't be calling me to write lyrics anytime soon.)