My Love/Hate Relationship With Winter
It’s Complicated
I’m Canadian, I know winter. It’s almost half the year here and this is my 53rd snow season. I hate it. And I love it. And which sentiment dominates is largely dependent on my mood.
First, let’s get to why I hate it.
It’s cold. No, you don’t understand unless you’ve lived it. I’m not talking about chilly or nippy. I’m not talking about that -10C where it’s not exactly pleasant to be out but you still look cute in your wool coat, hat and wee little scarf.
No sweetie, I’m talking about bone-chilling, face-freezing, the government actually putting out public warnings to keep your fool ass inside cold.
Have you ever felt -49C? That’s -56.2F. I have. It’s not nice. It’s so cold your thoughts freeze inside your damn head for just thinking about going out.
And at that temperature, you can plug your vehicle in with a lightning rod, good luck starting it.
Speaking of cars, have you ever had to chip 5 inches of ice off your windshield? Has your vehicle ever been so coated in ice that you can't even open the doors? I have. And apparently taking a blowtorch to a gas-powered thing is frowned upon.
Then, there are the snow days. Great when you’re a kid. School cancellations were all the…
