The thing about the Canadian winter is that it usually ends.
Unlike the Irish winter.
One day you're up to your oxters in snow and wind and freezing rain and the next you're not.
The animals and birds get up and stretch and go about the business of procreation in the loudest possible manner and us humans smile at the sound of it.
Then we all sit around and wait for the leaves to appear.
Nothing yet.
tum ti tum ti tum.
No. Nothing.
One day in May, I will wake up and they will be here.
The leaves.
They do it every time.
A burst of energy.
Now though, we have a period of sun followed by rain followed by sun followed by etc.
It's called Spring.
It's nice.
But I would like for the sun to be out when I'm off work.
Not when I'm in work.
But I've never managed to find a country to live in that does that.
My Irish friends are discussing the camping arrangements for Electric Picnic.
This type of stuff makes me sad.
Nova Scotia is not noted for its live music scene. Which is a pity, because the chances of it raining in Nova Scotia the weekend of Electric Picnic are slim. Whereas in Ireland they are wider than slim.
Oh, I wish I could rearrange the world to suit myself.
Doesn't everyone...
Now I have to shower and dress because the woman I am waiting to call me is obviously not going to do that until I get in the shower. And then I shall go do my errands.
How grown up of me.
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