Like any good Canadian, I hate weather. Not cold weather, hot weather, rainy weather, just weather.
Always having to put up with all the conditions this planet has to offer is what bonds us as Canadians– with the exception of the Vancouverites… Vancouverins.. Vancouvish… Vancouver dwellers. However the winter rain and dreariness in Vancouver is a fair trade off for snow.
To date this spring I have had numerous regrettable occasions where I dawned shorts only to have the weather take an unexpected drop.
I imagine this is an experience people across the country can relate to. Pulling out and dusting off the summer wear that have been on their off-season vacation provide a mild form of excitement. This is often followed by a trip to the mall to pick out some new summer wear.
I had some friends from Florida come by to visit a few weeks ago. It was their first Canadian experience. The weather average: about eight degrees all weekend. My friend Kat shouted out a one point while waiting in line for a Kensington Market bar: “God its spring! Haven’t Canadians gotten the memo?”
I found myself defending the Toronto climate, while cursing it when among other Canadians.
I take comfort in knowing the good weather must be on its way. My shorts are all warmed up now.
So I fear not. I know soon enough it will be too goddamn hot to go outside.
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