You know what happens when you’ve got nothing good to talk about: you switch to the weather topic. It’s kind of what I’m doing today. But not quite. I intend to talk about weather but, hopefully, it’ll be interesting. Or at the very least funny. Might even be insightful.
The season you’ve heard about the most, when it comes to Quebec’s weather, ought to be winter. There’s obviously a lot to talk about. Last winter was pretty tame but I still had to shovel my way into my apartment about once every two weeks. During the worst winters, it’s more like once every two days. Every winter, we hit temperatures as low as -30 Celsius (that’s -22 Fahrenheit) without taking the wind into account. It’s cold. Maybe not the coldest on Earth but cold enough.
I hate winter. I have no tolerance for cold. I keep my apartment at a reasonable temperature for someone who is active. A comforter sits on the couch so I can wrap myself when I relax watching TV. I don’t walk around without my trusty hairy blue loafers. When I get to bed, it takes me half an hour to warm my spot enough for my toes to unfreeze though I pile about 5 comforters over me. And I still wake up with my nose frozen in the morning.
I hate winter. I spend it wishing for summer.
And apparently, so does a big bunch of Quebecers. If you believe their whining, that is. Even though they love skiing and such, they will still occasionally complain about the cold. And all complain about the towering snow bank they have to dig their car out of before coming to work.
So summer should make every one happy, right?
Wrong! For a few days now, we’ve hit the 30+ Celsius (let’s round it up at 90 Fahrenheit) and it is so humid I don’t have to water my flower boxes much despite the heat. It’s sticky. And what to I hear? People wishing for winter!
What the hell is wrong with you guys?
I love summer. I handle the heat way better than the cold. These days, most people have a hard time sleeping. I take a quick cold shower before I go to bed and sleep like a rock. Finally I am not cold. Screw the air conditioning. I actually keep a vest at my desk so I can cover up when the guys drop the temperature too much. Ah! If only summer lasted longer!
I love summer. I spend it thinking I appreciate living a little bit further south.
And apparently, so doesn’t a big bunch of Quebecers. If you believe their whining, that is.
Spending the whole winter wishing for the heat and the whole summer dreaming of the cold, that’s half the year gone by. Whining.
“Well it leaves half the year perfectly happy. They ought to love spring and fall.”
Nope. It rains.