So last night we had the dubious honour of hitting a horrendously low temperature, that we honestly in this neck of the woods don't generally find until the end of January into February'ish. For those that don't know, my neck of the woods is north central Alberta (which is in western Canada for the geographically challenged).
I don't live in a city, so get to avoid all that urban-heat-island mumbo jumbo and experience temperatures in their true, fantastic, bitter (in the winter at least) form. Official low from the international airport about 20 minutes away from me was...
...wait for it...
... - 32.3 degrees Celsius. Factor in that there was likely a wind chill of some sort involved as well, and it was likely close to - 40 out there last night. For all my American-speak readers, those two numbers equate to - 26 and - 40 Fahrenheit. Either scale you look at however, it was really, really fucking cold. Lemme explain...
Anything below 0 Celsius is simply considered cold in my books. When you hit the - 15 to -25 range, it's really cold. Anything anything below - 25, and you get into the really fucking cold category (additionally, insert whatever number of really's that you wish here).
To be honest, however, once the ole thermometer hits about - 25 Celsius, it really all starts to feel the same. I kid you not when I tell you that - 25 and - 40 feel pretty much identical up here on the prairies (well, technically where I live it's aspen parkland/boreal transition, but really, splitting hairs here... especially since we've been heavily deforesting for 100 years to make way for various grain fields and pasturelands... anyways, digressing, sorry).
When temperatures drop this low, I thank the powers that be for inventing the wood-burning stove and saving our gas meter from spinning around like a figure skater on meth performing a scratch spin (I have issues with figure skaters too... hey, another potential post topic!). At any rate, while the temperature is still hovering south of that magical - 25 this morning, it's sunny outside, so there is much solace to be found in that.
Alberta winters. Gotta love 'em.
So in the spirit of it being really fucking cold outside right now, I'd like to share a list of things to do when it's this cold outside. Enjoy!
1. Fire up the wood-burning stove.
2. Complain at Husband when he overloads the wood stove, resulting in a house that feels like an oven baking a turkey at Thanksgiving.
3. Sit on your ass and complain that there's nothing on the satellite television feed that you pay outrageous amounts of money for (don't these channels make their money off advertising?!? - hey, another post topic!).
4. Sit on your ass and complain that the PVR isn't working properly (I swear if this one dies Shaw can take it and shove it where the sun don't shine).
5. Look into hotel and flight deals to somewhere tropical.
6. Blog.
I'd also like to share a small list of things NOT to do when it's this cold outside.
1. Go outside.
2. If you must go outside, do not stick your tongue to any metal objects. Hey, I wonder when "A Christmas Story" is going to be on...
Stay warm, good readers, and Ciao! until next time.
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