Thursday 15 February 2007

It's that time again

You know which time I mean. The semi-annual "Why the heck do I still live in this country?" time (also occurs in July). A time of deep, introspective thought, soul-searching, and of questioning how it can go from 35 degrees C (but it FEELS like 50) to -20 degrees (but it FEELS like -41), with really only about 6 pleasant days in between, and why we put up with it, instead of moving to a more reasonable climate.

Friends? Family? The ties that bind? Don't be silly. In weather like this, they don't venture out of their homes, either - I could email Meaghan just as frequently from Bora Bora.

What about the people I'd leave behind, though? Could I just up and leave them to their fate? Not with a good conscience, so here's what I propose:

Since everyone complains about the weather, and nobody does anything about it, then dammit, it's time for change.

I propose that every man, woman and child of voting age... ok, just the men and women, then... write to their MPP. Large corporations, departments, and associations should post open letters to Mr. Harper - calls to action to the Minister of the Environment (is it still Rona Ambrose? I haven't paid attention for a few weeks) - if somebody would only legislate some reasonable maximums and minimums, why, our problems could be solved!

Now, I'm not saying that we should go overboard and block out winter altogether. Our status and cachet as hardy Canadians (not to mention our tourism industry) depends on some snow and ice - the canal, Winterlude, etc. However, I think most of us would agree that it doesn't really need to be colder than -15. Ever.

And if it dares dip down to -25 plus windchill?

Retribution! Pitchforks and torches and all that... a stream of angry citizens chasing after weathermen... looting, chaos, and all that good stuff.

Who's with me?

1 comment:

Andrea Wenham said...

Last Thursday, the very day of this post, I was waiting at the bus stop for the elusive #3 bus, cowering behind a column for shelter from the wind, when I decided to check the zipper-pull thermometer that my mum gave me for Christmas. At first I was surprised to see that it said 0 degrees, since based on my impending hypothermia, I was pretty sure it was colder than that, when I realized that was in degrees Farenheit- so it was actually -20 degree Celcius...INSIDE MY COAT!! Sometimes I wonder why I ever thought moving from Vancouver was a good idea.

PS- Rona got turfed- it's John Baird now. Much slicker with the Media. ;)

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