Jan 7

I know y’all are going to think I’ve completely lost my mind but I am actually missing decently cold weather right now. I’m sick of the slushy, soupy mess that Massachusetts gets after a snow when the weather hovers just above freezing. Today, instead of a day of steady snow we had a constant downpour of rain which turned our freshly fallen snow into a sloppy disaster. Just walking to the car is like wading through a damn waterfall.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not missing the -40-55 degree weather (-40-67 F) that Saskatchewan has been getting. I have no desire to relocate to the polar ice caps. But the typical Saskatchewan winter temperature of -12-18 (10-0 F) seems preferable in my mind. At least the snow stays snowy and although climbing over snowbanks and shovelling walks isn’t fun, it’s possible to enjoy the outdoors with the appropriate clothing. 

I miss the sun!  I actually miss crisp winter mornings where the sun is glistening off the snow…. 

….

OMG, my brain must have shorted out there for a second.

That idealistic vision bears no resemblance to my previous posts about Saskatchewan winters. But , it’s true. I do miss the sun. Sunny, bitter cold really is preferable to mild and messy.

Mar 7

Silly old me actually believed the newspaper which forecast +2 degrees today and dressed my kids in their new spring jackets when we went out today.  It was NOT +2.  Or even -2.  But the kids looked cute.

Feb 12

When I tried to start my car this morning it took a couple tries and I was just ready to give up and as I began to let go of the key in the ignition the engine turned over.  I heaved a frosty sigh of relief and, after letting the car warm up for two hours (almost) I packed the kids into the car and went off to the mall where I decided to reward the car for it’s good behaviour by parking underground. 

When we returned a couple hours later the car was all defrosted and the temperature gage inside said it was a balmy 11 degrees!  Woohoo!  The mall is only a few minutes from our house.  With terrible road conditions and both traffic lights being red, it takes me no more than five minutes to get home. Today, by the time I got home, the temperature gage in the car had STILL not finished coming down to the current frigid temperature.  My car would have nothing nice to say to me today if it could talk.

Jan 12

I believe I mentioned something about getting our asses kicked by the weather just a couple days ago???

Jan 3

Does anyone else feel like karma is going to hammer us for all this nice weather we’ve been getting?  Suddenly we’re going to have -50 degrees for a month straight.

Dec 12
It’s above zero right now!  Yessssss!!!!  December is so much more fun than November was this year. 

Tidbit of experience from my household:  Dumping a glass of red wine on your keyboard is ill-advised.  It takes a long time to clean up.  My husband will be more careful in the future. :)

Nov 30

You know that warm, cozy feeling you get when you’re in  your house looking out the window at 4 feet of crisp, white, snow that has fallen since you (or your WONDERFUL HUSBAND) last shovelled the driveway an hour ago?

…..Yeah.  Neither do I.  Bloody hell. I hate winter.

Mar 16

As I was trudging from my car to the University yesterday evening, against a bitterly cold wind, I was reflecting that if I were Muslim i would be wearing one of those nifty head-scarf things which would be keeping me much warmer. Maybe Saskatchewan should invent their own religion with its own dress code. After all, we all suffer the violent tyranny of the gods of winter anyway. When I think about it we already do have a dress code. It usually invovles hats, scarves, mittens and snow shovels. I guess that makes me some kind of insurgent. Rebelling against the status quo. Look a me go. Look at me freezing to death!

Jan 22

Since I posted about my observations on different types of frost I have come across another category that deserves recognition. So here we go…

Category Six: Frost-free – There are some lucky people in this world (who all felt compelled to comment and remind me of their good fortune) that have glorious and palatial buildings in which to house their vehicles. These priviledged people do not have to suffer through the ritual scraping of the windshield and often enjoy rubbing this fact in the face of poor slobs like myself. Some day I hope to join this exclusive club.