I really, really want to complain about the cold. SO. MUCH. It was -12 Celsius (10 F… according to google) on Saturday, and windy, and holy cow, it was cold!
But it’s -27 Celsius (-17 F)(NOT factoring in wind-chill) in Calgary today, so really, I believe the phrase that applies to me is ‘buck up, sissy-girl’.
The other reason that it isn’t reasonable for me to complain is this – half-way through January, and this is the first time it got this cold? I am spoiled in winter weather this year, and I should shut up before Murphy catches up with me. This time last year, I was a month and a half into a royally unpleasant season of icy winds and freezing rain – a world of sloppy slushy, gloomy grey standard Toronto Winter. Last week was the first time they salted the sidewalks (they being ‘everyone other than my one crazy neighbour who just layers down the salt so heavily all winter that I walk on her lawn to avoid the gravel-like dog-foot-doom she creates’). This winter, apparently the road salt industry (in Ontario, at any rate) is having serious issues – they aren’t selling enough salt, and the people being paid to salt the roads – they aren’t getting paid to salt the roads.
There’s a whole industry that is going into decline.
But HOLY COW, it was COLD out!
I think the real problem was that it went from +10 C down to -12 C in the course of hours. Friday evening, it was chilly – like, around freezing ‘chilly’ – Saturday morning, it was bitter. Also, going for a three hour walk that went down through the trails by the brickworks, and then back up Yonge street to St. Clair (where I parked my car)… that might not have been the wisest choice. Not to mention that this walk started at 4pm, with only a brief pause in a doggy boutique (to defrost) on the way back.
Plus side – Gwynn loves it. This kind of weather is the reason I am letting his coat grow out until spring. He is completely insulated, and completely ecstatic at any opportunity to roll around in the cold white stuff, even when it’s a windy 12 below, and my face is so cold that my words slur from the numbing effect the wind has on my lips and jaw muscles. He bounced along beside me, beard crispy with icicles, while I wished I hadn’t let my face freeze into a smiling position. My teeth hurt from the cold.
The other plus side is that my reason for driving across Toronto to go for a walk was to join a good friend I don’t see nearly often enough for a walk in the woods. She is my only friend in the GTA whose idea for ‘what should we do?’ would be (in the winter) ‘go for a long walk’, instead of ‘go to a movie/restaurant/bar’, and I am so grateful for that. Much as I like movies/food/alcohol, I really think I spend an unhealthy amount of time watching TV, I prefer cooking and trying new recipes, and I really don’t drink all that much (not to mention the ‘past my bedtime’ factor of going to bars or clubs).
I really can’t complain about the weather, especially now that the temperature is back up to +4 Celsius. Though, now that it’s warm out, I want to complain about the fact that all the snow is melting into sodden heaps of mush.