As I stand in my kitchen and look out our big front window, I see that all the roof tops are frosted with a light white dusting of snow.
Yesterday we had our first snowfall of the year, but unlike the rest of Canada, none of it stayed.
It all melted as it hit the ground. I guess some stuck to the roof tops.
That is the only thing that Windsor has in common with Victoria British Columbia. We generally have – by Canadian standards – a mild winter.
If I have not made this next point clear yet, please let me do so now.
I am not a winter person.
I can’t skate.
I can’t ski.
Ice fishing is not an interest that I pursue.
I just don’t like cold weather.
I was pretty much raised in the southern US. On our first Christmas in Atlanta, all the guys in the neighborhood got together and played a game of basketball in a buddy’s driveway.
Shirts vs. Skins. On Christmas Day.
I love hockey, I just never had the opportunity to play.
I would really love to ski, but I never really had the chance to try.
I am still not interested in drilling a hole in the ice and waiting for a bite.
Tomorrow I will hang the Christmas lights. I couldn’t do it last week when it was in the mid 50s. That’s 12 degrees Celsius for you metric freaks.
We will also put up our Christmas Tree in front of our big new window in our living room. It will look great.
But you know we won’t have all the decorations that we need. I will have to go to Canadian Tire and get some more. And as I go to put them in the trunk, there will not be enough room. My golf clubs are still in there.
And I don’t really want to take them out. I might still have a chance to play.
I only used them five or six times last summer. When the weather was nice.
Did I mention I’m not a winter person?