Monday, December 14, 2009

Baby It's Cold Outside

I have lived here most of my life.  I swore I would find somewhere warmer to live and for four years I did.  In one move I was back in my home province to continue my Education.  I also happened to meet a Soil Scientist.   And then due to The Agronomist having to find work, (which I have never really forgiven him for) I was once again living in my "cOld" hometown.

How do you know it's cold in Canada?  The answer I believe is... when your laundry is found frozen in the dryer after leaving it there overnight.

But foregoing this dramatic beginning to your morning, the more common and more preferable scenario is when one checks the Weather Network!

(Note: -40 Celsius is also -40 Fahrenheit)

Sometimes even when you see those incredibly insane numbers on The Agronomist's crackberry Blackberry in the dark of the morning, there is still that primal instinct to go and check it out for yourself.

When you look outside and see this.... and you hear nothing, you realize what you are listening to, is a silence that can only be the result of a world that is fozen solid.

And when you look down because you are wondering why your fingers are stuck to the window as you peered out, it's because somehow the ice has found its way into your home.  It is relentless, creeping slowly through the windows and walls.

You feel the need to investigate further, so you stealthily creep to the door and open it slowly.

Here too, the Ice is trying to infiltrate your home.  You are powerless to stop it.

You hear the creaking and shuddering from every room in the house.

But you are married to a brave and stealthy Agronomist, who will battle against the tenacious cold for his family.  Of course Club Volleyball tryouts would have to be scheduled on this frozen morning, and being Canadians we knew without a doubt they had not been cancelled.  Our daughter needed to go.  I begged them to be reasonable, but without gloves (warning: only to be attempted by trained Northern professionals), The Agronomist ventured forth.

As they left, I heard the crunching of tires on snow.   It is a sound that one can only hear in extreme cold, dry, conditions.

As the day wore on, the sun began to shine.  We began to hope for a break in the weather.  We turned once again to the Weather Network....

And we felt very lucky... it was starting to Warm Up!

Regardless of the new balmy temperature the day was going to be spent inside, it was time to put on some music; something that suited our Canadian Winter day.

We decided what better Christmas tune than that old favourite...Baby, It's Cold Outside.

An update:  Our eldest did in fact make the top team, and yes everyone showed up!  Congrats G xoxo

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  1. one of the pictures.. have didn't show up? I think you uploaded the wrong pic. but well done nonetheless. =)
    your eldest daughter.

  2. All fixed! D. Mess

  3. At a certain point, I just call it 'minus daft'. Beautiful writing as usual, Mrs.Mess. I need to step up my game.

    David and JJ

  4. This is so INSANE. My southern Alabama brain is having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that people can actually live and survive in extreme weather like this! I am going to search your blog to see where, but if it is not on here where in North Canada do you live or how far north? Can you see the Northern Lights? To see them is on my bucket list ha ha.

  5. And I thought it was cold when I ventured forth in -14C. I see now that it is pip-squeak to you. I am suitably humbled!


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