By Cassie Weiss
Oh the weather outside is frightful, and boy do I hope it starts to warm up soon.
Don’t get me wrong, I was extremely excited to see the snow fall in piles last week, and watching Lady play in it is the highlight of my day, but this cold has got to stop.
Working part time at the Cineplex, there are many late nights where I have to rush to my frozen car, and drive it the 15 minutes home. The windows are frosted, the seats are cold, and the only keeping my hands from sticking to the wheel is the cover I bought years ago.
Lady goes outside for five minutes before barking to be let back in, hopping around on three feet as her back paws refuse to touch the cold ground.
My dog usually loves the snow, and loves to be in it, but in -40 degree weather, even she has her limits.
Sunday the two of us took a writing break and went crazy carpeting with some friends of mine, and their dog Maya.
The two pups got to run their hearts off as we went sliding down the hills on our bellies and knees, gathering snow in places I didn’t even know was possible.
Luckily for us, Sunday was actually a decently warm day, and although it was chilly, the exercise got our blood pumping, keeping us warm in the ice cold.
But Sunday night once again led to cold, and so I resorted to desperate measures.
After my late night theatre shift I went over to yet another friends house, and into the hot tub we went.
The heat of the tub made the snow bearable, and I have a feeling this won’t be the only time I use their back yard oasis.
I love winter. I love Christmas. I love the feeling you get drinking a hot mug of tea, watching Home Alone for the third time, like you do every year.
But what I don’t like is the frigid temperatures.
I can handle anything up to -20, then it is just about time I turn into a bear and start my hibernation, but of course, the life of a young adult journalist does not keep me in doors for long.
Bouncing from friend to friend, or between my two jobs, I actually rarely get to enjoy my hot mug of tea unless I stay awake into the wee hours of the night (which I have been known to do on occasion).
Hopefully the warmer weather on Sunday was a good omen for the rest of the winter, but I’m just being obtuse.
This is Canada, and welcome to winter.