It happens every year about this time. I hit the wall.
That's when I've had it with big bulky sweaters and over-large coats. That's when I'm sick of scraping windows, warming up cars, driving on slippery roads and ice-rutted streets. That's when I've reach my fill of shoveling snow and finding lost mittens.
This year it is compounded by a dreadfully scary winter driving incident and the fact that I sprained my ankle last week after falling down our front steps.
Yup. I've had it.
I've done rather well this year. The fact that we've had a beautifully mild winter has helped. Nothing sends me hurtling toward the wall faster than a few weeks at -40. (A few years ago, after an especially cold January-February-March, I threatened to Fed Ex myself to Florida. I kid you not.)
I was born and raised in Saskatchewan where winter resides about six months out of every 12. And I'm a wimp. I admit it.
You know that pride most Canadians develop? They live in a barely hospitable climate and they're darn proud. Yeah, well, I don't have it. Not me. I stare longingly south starting about November 1.
Now please don't suggest I move somewhere warm or more temperate. You see with warmer climates come other things I don't like... namely larger more poisonous insects. Eek! Or earthquakes. Like hello? Who voluntarily signs up to live on land that could open up and swallow you at any moment? Or hurricanes. Um... no thanks.
So I brave the cold, the snow, the ice and unbearably dry air as my yearly penance.
And every year it happens... I hit the wall.
So if you happen to see me with my eye twitching, muttering incoherently about the weather, don't worry. I'll be ok come spring.
1 comment:
I have a similar wall, weather sucks too much. I also have this problem of too cold is too much for me. If you don't believe me ask my blood. It was made for Jamaica. And when it is too cold at my extremities, it turns around and rushes back to the core areas. I don't think however winter is 6 months long. I think it is more like this: 9 months of winter, 3 months of bad snowboarding.
I am very prideful of the cold of the country, and yet I find that the reason I want to live in Canada is for similar reasons. Nothing bad weather wise except the cold. That and fewer Americans... lol I know a many good and nice ones but the rest come across often enogh as just downright annoying.
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