I live in the province of Manitoba.
On the great North American landmass.
The part known as Canada.
Manitoba is not a wealthy province like oil rich Alberta.
We do not have the land mass or population of Ontario and Quebec.
What we do have is a hearty constitution and an ability to roll with the punches.
We have cold weather.
There have been days when we are colder than Mars.
Those are the days when we mutter and curse and try to figure out why we live here.
In the summer our weather is hot and humid or dry.
Depends on rain amounts.
We also have huge mosquitos.
And a lot of them.
The joke about Manitoba is we have two seasons: Winter and Mosquito/Construction Season.
We do have spring and fall but they are temperate more in line with the rest of the world.
For the last three weeks everyone has been caught beneath this polar vortex.
There are vast swaths of dark purple and blue running through the weather maps.
Now I understand the blue but when did dark purple become associated with cold weather.
Purple is a wonderful color and I take exception to it being used as an indication of frigidness.
Can you tell what my favorite color is.
Our overnight lows have been in the -40’s with real feel.
Our daytime highs have been mid -30’s with real feel.
You never feel warm.
Everyone is complaining.
Our temperature is finally rising back to normal levels.
I mean it is only -19 right now as I write this.
In shorts and a tank top.
Because my hot flashes have returned.
That is right the one benefit to it being absolutely freezing?
I did not have one single hot flash during that time.
There were a few moments of heat but not where my whole body is on fire and sweat is beading on my forehead.
As I am standing there doing nothing.
Yesterday three times!!!!
Three bloody times.
Two I was able to feel coming on so whipped off my sweater and did not hit critical melting point.
Third time I was in a till with a customer.
I was sweating and so hot by the time I finished her order.
Even taking my sweater off did not help this time around.
This morning I was once more feeling the heat.
Ended up turning the heat to coolish in the car after dropping T off at school.
And having to run and buy him lunch because he had to make his own.
After arguing with me and I told him that he had to eat I dropped off his lunch with a breezy:
Me: I am T. Doerksen’s mom. He decided that he was not going to make himself lunch today so I am riding to the rescue.
Secretary: Oh you are a nice mom.
Me: That’s what I told him.
I am not about to let him starve to death.
No matter what he says.
I have the rest of my afternoon to relax.
T does not get let out of school until 3:30.
I will warm the car then.
I do not deal well with lots of cars and picking up T and all these other kids everywhere.
T even knows.
Going to go and kick back.
Have a quick nap before going to pick up The Beast.
And turn the heat back up again.
Apparently 13 is a little too chill even for me.
Picture my own