… November is my least favourite month of the year. If it happens to be when you celebrate your birthday or anniversary or any other occasion that’s important to you, please don’t take it personally. My distaste for November has nothing to do with you.
I don’t like it because it’s dreary. Dull. Sure, there’s the odd sunny day, but mostly it’s grey and damp and dismal. The days get shorter. It gets dark earlier. Piles of leaves cover the roads and sidewalks and Continue reading →
I’ve never been a winter enthusiast, but over the last several years, I’ve started to embrace the changing seasons and have stopped kvetching about snow and colder temperatures.
Well, I’m here to tell you that my honeymoon with winter is now over.
Last Fall it was predicted that we would have a brutal winter this year. Long, very cold and lots of snow.
For a while, I thought Mother Nature was going to prove them wrong. November and December came and Continue reading →
I’ve been on the hunt for a new winter coat and winter boots for a while. Amazingly, I haven’t found anything in the stores yet. What’s going on? It’s the middle of November in Toronto. Winter is fast approaching. What are retailers waiting for?
A friend suggested that I try Nordstrom Rack. She’d seen a lot of down coats there. So off I trotted this past Sunday. She was right. There were tons of them, but styles were limited and frankly, they weren’t any Continue reading →
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 Continue reading →
I’ve always dreaded Fall. Silly really, especially as it’s probably one of our most beautiful seasons; but in all honesty I’ve never appreciated it because winter follows, and I certainly couldn’t be called a cold weather enthusiast.
Something’s happened though and, dare I say, autumn is fast becoming my favourite time of year. I know, perhaps I should lay down and see if it passes.
First off, there’s the colours. Some of the reds are so intense, so almost neon it’s as if the leaves are on fire. And all the different shades of yellow and gold and orange and rust and green and even chartreuse, all mixed together willy nilly, as only nature could Continue reading →
Yes, I’m superstitious. And that’s why I try to be careful about making predictions. Prognosticating. Assuming. Planning ahead. Counting my chickens. Because the last thing I want to do is jinx myself. Put a hex on things. You know. Screw things up. And then curse myself forever and a day for having such a big mouth, for blowing it.
So let’s just say the signs are all pointing in the right direction.
Saturday, while I was out and about, I could see that restaurants and cafes had their terraces open; and, people were out there, enjoying the weather. The streets were packed. Old folks, Continue reading →
Considering this has been one of the coldest winters (and snowiest in some parts of the world) in history I can hardly believe I’m saying this: I was shocked the other day to read we have to change the clocks again next week, March 8 to be precise. So soon?
Where’s the winter gone? Oh, I know there are a lot of you reading this who think I’ve lost my mind. Especially those who live in Boston and may not see pavement again until June or July. If you’re lucky.
Let me clarify. It seems to me it was always later in the season when we did this. You know, move the clocks ahead. Spring forward. Fall back, spring forward?Continue reading →
What a difference a week makes. This time last Tuesday I was waxing poetic about George, our morning doorman; and how he always puts me in a good mood. Today I’m in a whole other frame of mind.
Maybe it’s the weather. I am sick to death of sub-arctic temperatures. Day after day after day after day. And I am not exaggerating. It is minus 28 celsius today, with the wind chill. That is minus 18 degrees farenheit, in case you think I’m being a wimp. Minus (bleep) 18!!!!!!! And it’s been like this for weeks, maybe even more than a month. And every second day it snows. And then there was the ice storm.
And believe it or not the heat will have to be shut off in my apartment building on Thursday — from 8:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. To fix some problem in the furnace. Don’t get me started on that.
So yeah, I’m not quite as cheerful as I usually am.
Remember how excited I was yesterday? I could smell Spring in the air. Do you also remember the last sentence I wrote? No worries. I’ll refresh your memory: “Mother Nature can be a real bitch, you know.”
Well, she was certainly right on cue. Went to bed Tuesday night listening to howling wind. And I do mean howling. But there’s more. We also had a combination of swirling snow and rain. Went on all night. Was still going strong yesterday morning. Now we’ve got piles and piles and piles of heavy, ugly, dirty, messy, disgusting slush! Ponds at every street corner, too wide to jump across. So guess what?
Yep. No other choice but to wade through them. Up to your insteps, if not higher. Sidewalks are a royal mess. Roads are a royal mess. And God help us if it gets cold. Because it will all freeze; and then driving and walking will be absolutely hazardous.
So yes, Mother Nature can be a real bitch. She’s certainly proved it over the last two days. Can’t you hear her cackling? I can. And, while I’m no shrink, I think she’s also unstable. Hormonal at best. I wonder if she’s ever tried taking Evening Primrose Oil. Might be a good idea.
Yesterday I wrote about rain. So it seems only fitting, especially as winter is just around the corner, that today I write about snow. Usually the mere thought of snow makes me think, “Yuck”. But there are moments when even I can appreciate its beauty.
Like the first snowfall of the season. Before cars have driven through it, and left their tracks. Before people and dogs have walked through it, leaving theirs. When it’s still pristine. Untouched. Unmarked. Pure white.
Glistening in the sunlight, just as if what we were really looking at, were scoops and scoops