Is it cold or am I just a wimp?
I am from the Islands. There, that should give you an idea of where I stand on cold temperatures. I don’t do cold. Period. Maybe I should have been acclimatized by living here for over twenty years but NO! Each winter feels like a first experience. Heck, even those who consider themselves 100% Canadian, complain to me. TO ME! (Wouldn’t that be like me going to Ethiopia and complaining to the locals that I am starving?) So if said Canadians cannot handle their own winters, what makes me so special that I could and should?
To rub insult to injury, I step outside embarrassingly bundled up like the Michelin tire guy only to see every other kid walking around wearing just a hoodie or a light sweater. Maybe it’s a good thing that my face is covered by a scarf so they have no clue who the wrapped up mummy is. Kids these days, I tell ya…
My mom is even worse. I pick her up to go shopping and I don’t recognized the walking bundle of fabric walking towards my car. She gets into my heated car with just her eyes showing, wearing long johns, winter boots, touque and a few layers of clothing. I reminded her that she’ll be going from the car to the store and back. Her replies are always ‘You never know’. She’s right, I never know what that meant.
Maybe I can attribute my trait to her? Well it’s either that or being from warmer climes or both. For those of you who don’t know, I live in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. It’s one of the coldest provinces in the world and temperatures in the winter sometimes dips to lows of around -50 degrees celsius. (I have seen lower).