C'est froid, la, c'est froid. (updated with post script)
Seems like nobody's posting much these days. But we're still here! Including me.
Here, it's cold. Temperatures in the -20/-28C range, but the wind chill puts the actual feeling in the -30s. That's in the south of NB. Up north today in Edmundston, the actual temperature was -34C, not counting wind chill. At those kind of temperatures, this happens.
So, yeah, it's cold. Not -40C, which is extremely cold in most of Canada. (That's the point at which the Celsius and Fahrenheit scales meet up - -40C = -40F.) But cold enough that we're pretty miserable and just trying to keep our kids warm and ourselves warm and our cars and our water running, and make it in to work and make it home again.
Here's the conundrum: In Canada, in winter, it's either really really cold, in which case you are really really cold; or it is just normal-cold. Like, -10C. And when it's normal cold, it snows. A lot. So there's no winning, really.
I'm probably rambling at this point.
Punch-drunk and exhausted from cold.
Oh - Mojo? Thanks for asking. Better than ever. As happy and active as he's ever been in his life. The cold doesn't bother him much. The house is warm and cozy and he spends his days, while we're at work, rotating between his favourite spots: his little cat bed; on the red blankie on the Big Bed; and on his little plaid blankie on the sofa. I saw this on I Can Has Cheezburger today -
- and I swearz it's true.
Edited to add: His favourite spots when we are home is on his Dad's lap, or on my lap. So, a wide variety of options for one small indoor black and white cat.
ronnie
PS: I should note, for the record, that the morning after I wrote this blog post I woke up to an absolutely dead car and came home from work to find the kitchen pipes frozen and no water. Winter doesn't take kindly to published criticism it would seem!
posted by ronnie at
7:54 p.m.
5 Comments:
Great. Now someone else is making me feel guilty for not ever updating my blog.
Facebook is evil.
Mojo is awesome.
Side note: one collateral benefit of your super-low temperatures is that you're approaching the point where Celsius and Fahrenheit are the same, so your faithful followers in the US don't have to hurt our brains trying to convert.
Isn't mental confusion one of the signs of advanced hypothermia? Better get that checked and, if necessary, take the recommended step of cuddling naked with someone in a sleeping bag. At least that's how I recall it from Boy Scouts.
BTW, I did see and appreciate your previous post, but it seemed untoward to comment on it. But thanks! Glad you liked the zine.
Meanwhile in Scotland, it's hovering around 0 to -4C. Which seems to terrify and confuse everyone, despite it happening every year. We don't cope very well with a little cold here.
@decostop
Sherwood - I thought I was giving us all cover for not posting :) Mojo *is* awesome, isn't he?
Brian, always one with a good idea, but I had to settle for cuddling naked with a long-retired Wolf Cub who can still recite the Grand Howl: "A-ke-la we'll do our best!" PS you're never going to make it with this author business if you don't get better at the ruthless self promotion. Loved the zine, and the 3D was a treat.
John! I hear they're cancelling runs and such and such because of the extreme conditions! Don't let it get you down, mate - at least you're not trickling your faucets all night so you don't wake up to frozen pipes!
I should note, for the record, that the morning after I wrote this blog post I woke up to an absolutely dead car and came home from work to find the kitchen pipes frozen and no water. Winter doesn't take kindly to published criticism it would seem.
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