enjoy winter

Is winter worth enjoying -totally, that’s why I’m marking this as done but did I enjoy? no, it got away from me. Life had me all distracted and my enjoyment seemed to slip a gear each time I became aware of it, nevermind, there’s always next year.

...it’s not so much that I’m enjoying it, rather than that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to go outside with more than 5% of my flesh exposed. That’s as close as I’m gonna get!(shrugs)

My winters have always been much more enjoyable than my summers! I don’t know why, nor do I care, but that’s the way it is. :)

that is, if we ever have a real winter again

it is above freezing now

so depressing

So, we’ve had almost a week of temperatures in the -20˚s and on Wednesday the low is supposed to be -32˚C. Yeah, I may be a wimp, but I’m a Canadian wimp.
I bit the bullet and bought a new winter coat (like, one that’s actually warm). I didn’t go all out and buy a $300 North Face jacket or anything, but at least it’s long, down-filled and has a hood. I look like the Stay-Puft marshmallow girl, toasted (it’s beige). I’m not crazy about it, but at least it’ll keep me warmer than my beautiful wool coat.

I spent 20 winters in Buffalo ny, where it is too cold to go outside for about 6 months. I hated it growing up! I don’t think I actually enjoyed the winter until I made something of it, when I took up snowboarding. Try to pick something little and make it into a big deal in your mind, like get really excited about wearing a cute winter coat or something.

My second winter in edmonton (yes, it has already started). This goal didn’t work out so well last year, but seriously y’all, I gotta learn to love it. Otherwise I’ll be miserable for 6 months of the year.

but I love this time of year-I’m going to try to make the most of it as it might be my last in London.

When I left the house this morning it was pitch dark, minus 15˚ and a mini-blizzard was well-underway. Yet I did not curse not once on my 30 minute walk to work, not even under my breath. Despite the snow stinging my eyes, my runny nose and spilling coffee all over my mitten when I slipped on the sidewalk outside Second Cup. I even thought the snow looked kind of pretty, all blankety and sparkly, in the deserted parking lots of the winter wasteland that is Edmonton.
Now that’s progress.
It’s supposed to be 3 degrees on Friday, which will be sweet, sweet nectar after the last two weeks … I can’t wait.

I’m a big wimp when it comes to winter, and this is my first Edmonton one. Everyone keeps reassuring me that it’s a dry cold but I’m skeptical whether this really makes it more tolerable.
The sheer length of it (November to April) and the lack of daylight is enough to make me shudder. Let us not speak of -40˚ C.