Winter…GRRRRR!!!

[rusty_armour]

I’m thoroughly and heartily sick of winter! I’m sick of the wind chill, the wind burn, the chapped lips, the dry red hands and cheeks, the runny nose, the numb extremities, the tiny cracks in my fingers, the trudging through snow and sludge, the climbing over snow banks, the slipping and sliding on ice, the feeble attempts to fight off hypothermia while waiting in frigid Markham for a TTC bus, the struggle to yank myself out of my nice warm bed in the mornings, the depression, the constant whining...Oh, wait. Those last two are from me...Well, I don’t care! I’m sick of them too!

Yes, I know. Compared to other parts of Canada, Toronto has it easy. I mean, we haven’t had wind chills of -46 C for one thing. Still, there are days (between November and March) when I have to wonder what the %#@! my grandparents were thinking coming here from Britain. Yeah, okay, my paternal grandparents didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, as my grandma was four and my grandpa was a baby. However, my maternal grandparents were in their twenties when they left Oldham. And, yes, I realize it was the Depression and they were looking for better opportunities elsewhere, but did they not think to themselves: ‘Oh, Canada’s that rather big place under the Arctic, isn’t it? Sounds frightfully cold, what?’ And my maternal grandparents never spoke that way in their entire lives, but that’s so not the point. The point is that there are other Commonwealth countries, warmer Commonwealth countries, my maternal grandparents could have emigrated to, like Australia. I’ve been receiving an education in Australian slang and songs from tazzles, so that’s something, right? Of course, if my maternal grandparents had emigrated to Australia, I’d probably be bitching about the heat right now instead of the cold. Actually, come to think of it, if my maternal grandparents had emigrated to Australia, I never would have been born. Even if my parents had somehow managed to rendez-vous in Sydney or Melbourne, the timing and circumstances would be off. I’ve seen and read enough sci-fi over the years to know how these things work.

Oh, well. Hopefully, there’s only another 6 to 8 weeks of winter to go. Yay.

Comments

[smithereen.livejournal.com]

I mean, we haven’t had wind chills of -46 C for one thing.

HOLY WOW! I always think I'd like to move to Canada until I remember the weather. And then I get scared because that sounds sooooo unbearably cold. I've enacted my own personal "no snow banks" policy. *G*

[puckrobin.livejournal.com]

Yes, but how do you know the space-time continuum hasn't already been altered? Perhaps your now-erased-from-the-timeline toasty-warm Australian alter ego was destined to discover an extra-dimensional gateway and foil an invasion from rejects from the Hilarious House of Frightenstein (although being Australian, this alter-you wouldn't have known that the aliens resembled monsters from the Canadian national nightmare).

Unfortunately, this means that while you're freezing your butt off in Markham, the aliens are due to invade and kill us all.

On the other hand, it would almost be reassuring to think that all the crappiness in our lives is due to alterations in space-time continuum.

Or we could just move to a warmer climate.

Allen

[espirk.livejournal.com]

Come on! You're a Canuck! Buck up, buck up, buck up ;P Hang in there -- I'm in the same boat. And oy - what a day to read your post! I have yard duty tomorrow morning... *ugh* I find visualization exercises to be useful in this situation. Example: Dean, bound and gagged in "Hunted". LOL

[tazzles.livejournal.com]

Hee hee. It's gonna be 38 degrees on Sunday and Monday. Am not looking forward to it.
Reason not to live in Australia: there's no bloody water! Except in Darwin (of all places!) where they have heaps. Send it down here you buggers.
Hope you like the music.

You can always come for a holiday at this time of year.

[eldanna.livejournal.com]

You know, we all bitched about global warming when it was nice for the first half of January. And now that it's finally gotten to normal temps for the winter, we're bitching about the cold. But gods I hate the cold. Especially when one has to walk the dogs in it.

As a blessing, at least it hasn't snowed in Oakville for awhile. I am not looking forward to the next big snowstorm. I hate shoveling the driveway more than anything. Except maybe scraping the ice off my car.

No idea why my great-grandparents came here from England either. If they'd just stayed there I'd be a British citizen and mumbling about constant rain instead. Maybe it's a trade off, but I'd rather have the rain.

Hopefully it's 6 weeks! At least we are not alone in our suffering.