It was -38C this morning. (That’s about -31F for you yanks) For some inexplicable reason, I made my daughter trudge to school. (I’m thinking it’s that whole “I did it, so why wouldn’t you?” idea…uphill both ways and all) Lordie it was fucking freezing, and of course, the snowpant, 4 layer clad kid dawdled the entire.way.there.
Only Vivian could make 1 km take 20 minutes in the cold.
It’s been the kind of cold that makes you long wistfully for burning your feet on asphalt, for heat that pounds on your head until you nearly collapse. I hate summer. And yet here I am today, dreaming of sweat beading down my spine, building up even when I’m not moving. Dreaming of a soft wind through the maple tree behind the house, the one just begging for a swing and a treehouse.
Someone pointed out today that living in this climate makes no sense-why would we? Why live somewhere you can’t be outside safely half the time? Who the hell settled this place? It had to have been summer when someone pointed and snickered “Great land! Really!” before running off to Florida or Texas.
It’s enough to make me sell everything and move to Australia.