While talking to a friend last Friday, she said something that sort of freaked me out — not because it was shocking or surprising — only because I’d thought the exact same thing myself, a few hours earlier.
Turns out we’ve both decided we’ve had more than enough of summer.
Don’t know about where you live but here, in Toronto, it’s been relentlessly hot . Day after day of humidity so high it drove temperatures up into the high 30s (celsius) and sometimes even beyond, into the low 40s.
You’d walk outside and it would hit you. Whoosh! Sort of like a chicken must feel when you stick it in a 350 degree oven and slam the door shut behind it (the thought of which is enough to convince me to become a vegetarian).
I’ve never been much of a winter or cold weather enthusiast, but I’ve got to tell you, I am looking forward to needing a sweater. At this point, I wouldn’t even mind shivering a little.
Most of my life I’ve thought it would be nice to live in, say, California, where you can frolic in the surf year round. Well not any more. I’m over that particular fantasy. The summer of 2016 changed all that!
This unforgiving heatwave has sapped my energy and made me lethargic. It’s cut my walks short and stopped me from enjoying a coffee, a cocktail (or two) or a meal on restaurant and cafe terraces. In fact, it’s made me want to stay indoors as close to the air conditioning vents as possible.
Recently I read that the Farmers’ Almanac is predicting we’re going to have a pretty awful winter. Very cold and lots of snow. Normally that would throw me into a tailspin. This year, not so much. At least I say that now.
Feel free to remind me of this blog post when, a few months hence, I start kvetching about the cold.