Once upon a time...

There are many things I love about Canada - stupid people are much less outspoken than in the states, we have $1 and $2 coins, I don't have to worry about doctor's bills, and it's not a bad thing to be a socialist. But one thing I really hate is the weather. Well, I shouldn't make such a sweeping statement...Canada is, after all, the second largest country by land mass in the world (although a lot of that is in the arctic circle and I don't think any of you would like the weather there anyway). But to be more specific, I hate the weather in Calgary. Summer didn't happen this year. We had one day that was 29 and another that was 31 (celsius, not farenburger as dad would say...you'll have to look up the conversion yourself because I am too lazy). Those were the 2 'hot' days of the summer and they happened in August. I thought perhaps that summer would come in September, but alas, it is supposed to snow on Thursday. No summer here. On top of having no summer, which is pretty depressing, what's even worse about the weather here is that it is completely unpredictable. It could be 75 degrees in January or it could snow in July. Or the opposite. No weather is outside the realm of possibilities. Montreal's winters were much colder and much much snowier, but you could count on those things. Winter = cold + snow. Summer = Hot + humid. Predictable. Once upon a time, I lived in a place where you could count on summer.

Maybe I'm just not adventurous...