It’s coming, and I’m not looking forward to it at all. After years of comparatively balmy Toronto winters (where the mercury rarely dips below minus 10 degrees Celsius) the full force of a Winnipeg winter (minus 40, wind, snow, deserted streets) will be frightening. There’s something disturbing about living in an area of the country where the weather can be so deadly, a man can die from just being outside for too long.
And no, we don’t live in igloos here. You’ll never guess how many times I was asked that question while travelling in the U.S.
Okay then. Four times - all of them serious, and three of them in the Carolinas.
But, I digress… Why am I talking about winter? Why, because the Autumnal Equinox just passed (thanks for the reminder, Barb), and that means I had better start looking for my winter boots and jacket.
I like fall - an introspective, cozy season if there ever was one - but winter? That’s why I moved away from Winnipeg in the first place. Well, and to be with my sweetie.
On another note, if you’re one of (surprisingly) many folks who came to this site looking for information on the mighty Jack Soo, it was probably this that you wanted - or that the search engine found here, at any rate.. Search engines are weird. (By the way, what the hell does Jack Soo have to do with this? Yeesh.)
