Thursday, August 19, 2010
It's Getting Hot in Here
When I was a young missionary in the frozen tundra of southeastern Canada, my companions and I practically had a drinking game based on how often people brought up the weather.
(I say "practically" but...it's possible there were shots of Dr. Pepper involved. Maybe.)
You step onto an elevator with a neighbor? She dramatically waves a hand in front of her face and comments on how HOT it is this week.
Walking down the street and politely nod at passersby? They shiver, hitch up the hoods of their coats, and wonder aloud if Spring is ever going to arrive.
In Winter, it's too cold.
(Which, to be fair, it IS. When you're in Canada.)
In Spring, they complain about the rain.
In Summer, it's way too hot and WAY too humid for anyone to get the slightest bit of comfort or relief.
The two weeks known as Autumn are about the only time people don't complain about the weather. But that doesn't stop them from talking about how nice it is. Until late afternoon when the temperature drops with the sun.
It doesn't matter where you go. Canadians LOVE to talk about the weather. And about how it's never the right season for them.
(Shopgirl, am I right, or am I right?)
Awhile back, I was talking to a friend about favorite seasons. She prefers the cold. I like it hot. Or, so I claimed in January.
This morning, I rose from bed after a fitful night of sleep that involved lots of tossing and turning and wondering why my bedroom was approximately the temperature of Satan's breath after a gallon of Bhut Jolokia peppers. I stood in front of the small-but-mighty turbo fan that tried with all its plastic heart to blow a bit of coolish air in through the open window.
(We turned off the air conditioner last night when it decided not to do its job.)
So I'm standing there, not getting cooled off by the fan's valiant efforts, and wishing for February.
And now I'm blogging about the weather.
I'm one of Them.
But, seriously. For the LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, can we get a LITTLE relief today? Maybe keep it UNDER a thousand degrees?
No?
Fine. I'm just going to go count the days until Winter...
Labels:
I Crack Me Up
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
18 comments:
"You know what they say. If you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me."
~Clairee Belcher, Steel Magnolias