Yup, winter is here. I knew that for sure when diesel went from 124.9 to 133.9 per litre in the space of two days.
Parked the dump truck and the mower last weekend, got the oil changed and the batteries pulled. Put the rear scraper blade on the JD 420. Pulled tarps over everything that lives outside during the snowy months.
Monday I guess I'll be wiring cardboard to the front of my work truck. Then it'll be nothing but stuck forklifts and misery until sometime in April. Oh, goody.
This is my 50th winter. 47 of those have been spent on the Canadian prairies and three in Ottawa, where it's relatively warm, presumably from all the politicians spewing hot air. After all that practice, you'd think I'd be better at it.
I'm not though. I dread every second of it. The cars and trucks that won't start. Having to plug in vehicles every night and every morning. The constant arthritic ache. The heating bills. The extra cost of gas because you have to warm everything up for 10 or 15 minutes before you can drive it. The bad roads. The people who haven't figured out how to drive in snow even though they've lived here their entire lives. The itchy legs from the long underwear. Having to let the dogs in and out because the inside door has to be closed.
Now, I know there are people who like winter, who think hockey doesn't make you stupid and having a beer can freeze to your lips is somehow bracing. I am not one of those people though. I used to try to be. I went cross country skiing and rode snowmobiles and even slid around on a toboggan. I jump-started cars and framed houses and cut firewood and dragged strangers out of ditches. I even went winter camping once, in a tent.
A word of advice...never go winter camping. If one of your "friends" suggests it, likely the best course of action is to hit him repeatedly with a shovel.
Winter is here though, whether I like it or not. It was -19 when I woke up this morning and there's a light skiff of snow on everything. Even our most adventurous cat is spending her time indoors. All I can do about it is wake up every morning and go to work, and hope that we don't get too much snow so I don't have to go outside and clear it.
My ancestors came here from four different countries. They could have moved anywhere, but they decided to move to this godforsaken ice box. Now I pay the price.