The thing about winter that I do not like is....

I am back. Yesterday, I remembered what pisses me off about winter. I can deal with the snow and incessant shoveling. I accept that snow, shoveling and winter go hand in hand. I can handle that. What pisses me off is that winter really is three or four months of wet socks, cold, fucking, wet socks.

It does not matter where you are, you go inside, be it your own home or somebody elses, and there is snow on your boots. You take off your boots and clumps of snow hit the floor, only to melt. You take off your boots and BLAMMO, you step in it.....a cold puddle of water created by the melted snow. There is not getting around that. That is just not comfortable.

I was reminded of it yesterday. We were at my mother's for dinner and my brother in law arrived. He takes off his boots and starts walking into the house when he gets that look upon his face. It is the look on gets when the cold liquid hits the bottom of your foot after soaking through the sock. It is unmistakeably a Canadian winter look. It is a mixture of shock (it is cold and wet), anger (who wants to feel that and continue to feel it throughout an evening) and resignation (fuck, winter got me again).

I had been thinking about that for a couple of weeks as our house is the worst. The front hall (if you can call it that) connects our upstairs (bedrooms) from the rest of the house. You have to try to avoid the boots and the wet spots to get upstairs, often having forgot what is just sitting there waiting for my semi-warm feet to step in. There is no dancing around it.

That my friends is why I dislike winters. I do not enjoy cold, wet socks and leaving foot prints on the cold granite floor.

Ciao!