Interlude: Montreal Misery

The winter that refuses to die reared back and took another claw at us this morning.

 

 

People are not happy.

My personal response: I'm wearing bright colors from now until it warms up, even if I have to scrape the bottom of my closet to find them (my winter wardrobe is not heavy on the brights, but times are desperate!)

Conversation in the car this morning, driving up to work:

J: Can you believe a few days ago we were in Mexico, feeling too hot?

Me: (wistfully) Drinking fresh-squeezed juices...looking at the colors...

J:  Sitting around enjoying the sun like everyone else...

Me: (watching a mother dragging her kid across the slush-filled street on a sled) Look at these people! Theyr'e miserable!

J: But down there, your whole world could explode in an earthquake at any moment! Or your garden could be covered in volcanic ash, how would you like that?

Me: (long pause...looking out the window...) I'll take it.

Of course, that's not really how I feel, I mean, I'm tough, I love living in this wonderful climate, it builds character. That's what we keep telling ourselves as we shovel out our cars and slog to work, wrap ourselves in black quilted blankets and fur, clean up the floors where we've tracked in water and snow and mud and salt, and sit under special UV lamps to avoid depression six months out of the year (that we delude ourselves into thinking is only four.) People who live in hot climates are lazy and inferior. Uh-huh.

Comments

[Jan]

I'm right there with you

[Leslee]

Ugh! We were expected that on Monday in Boston but it went out to sea, thankfully. Stay warm - and colorful!

[Hattie]

The contrast is so great! Friends of ours who live in Vancouver spend five months a year in San Miguel de Allende, which is a bit too ex-pat-ish for me, but it is a delightful place.

[andrea]

"I'll take it." LOL

[Duchesse]

When I looked out the window this morning, anticipated the post you would write! The weather will break, the tender green will cover the mountain.

I have a French girlfriend who advises me to buy pungent coloured sweaters when I find them, in fall. By February, when you want them, the stores are full of summmer things. (I'm in aqua.)

[Vivian]

Until you have endured a summer in Florida... where the temperatures they show on the weather map are taken on enormous poles hundreds of feet above the surface of the steamy earth... don't commit to preferring one extreme over the other. They are simply both extremes! Summer in Florida is as painful as winter here. People hide indoors as much, and then rush off to the mountains of North Carolina in desperation towards the end of August because they just can't stand it any longer. But I do regret giving up the colour red for Lent. I think I have a yellow sweater someplace...xxx

[Rubye Jack]

Oh how I love being lazy and inferior. Actually, I'm in Portland and so kind of inbetween. So perhaps we here have some character and some laziness. So be it.