I know that we’re all happy to have a very rainy November behind us, but this is a bit much. Wind chill of minus fucking 16?? [That’s Celsius for my American readers, so about 3F] I just went out to run some errands, and ended up taking the streetcar for routes that I normally would have walked. At least it’s beautifully sunny, or at least I think that’s what it looked like through my frozen eyelids. And now, at 4:45pm, the sun is setting. Yeah, I hate winter.
Canadians will talk about weather anytime, anywhere. I can imagine two Canadians on the deck of the Titanic as it sinks below the waves: “Cold wind night out tonight, eh?” “Sure is, although I remember this one night in Winnipeg when it was -50…” Or a conversation in hell, talking about how it’s a “dry heat”. I’m not sure if that’s because we’re just too polite to point out that the ship is sinking, or if we just grow up in a culture that’s dictated in some part by the weather, and therefore we end up obsessed with it.