A blizzard has locked down the whole Montreal/Longueuil area and most of lower Quebec. This is our second snow storm this week. On Thursday they had to close the schools and today they called off church for our entire stake. The snow is piled in berms along the streets 2, 3 and even 4 and 5 feet high. I don’t know where they are going to pile the 20 or so inches from the current storm. We just watched a big snowplow get stuck for about ten minutes in front of our apartment’s driveway. On Thursday we made it to the temple for our shift but most of the patrons canceled. They let us workers do sealings and thankfully I had quite a few family names in my pocket to do. We trudged thru the snow this morning to take the sacrament to a couple of our shut-in friends in what turned out to be near white out conditions. I am glad to be in for the rest of the day, but this weather sure makes it hard to do our missionary work. Everyone is in sheltering mode.
Before the storm hit, we went on with a ward dance activity last night. It was a 50s/60s Valentine’s dance. Our Columbian friends did all the work of planning and decorating. Elder Glenn put up the lights with a little help. The French ward that we share the building with also joined us and they provided the music. It was great fun for all who were there. If not for the coming storm I think we would have had a bigger crowd, but nevertheless we still had a great time. Elder Glenn even got out on the dance floor with me a few times.
Between storms we got out to our favorite park again and spied out these two owls. Lots of people with big fancy cameras were taking pictures of the pair, who didn’t seem to mind the attention. I stood only a few feet below these birds to get my shot. We looked them up and we believe they are Eastern North American Screech owls. Apparently, they are very quiet in the daytime. It is always fun to see the wildlife at this park.
As we wait out the storm, we are preparing lessons for our institute class and rescheduling appointments again. I love the sketch that our mission president sent out to the missionaries about fishermen. When the storm is raging, we must sharpen our skills and be prepared for when the storm breaks.
Au revoir,
The Glenns