When Is Hot Hot?
My other half and I were having yet another round in our ongoing discussion of Toronto's weather. Today's installment was precipitated by his use of the car heater. The great weather gods were giving Toronto a temperature of minus 3 degrees Celsius today, with a wind chill factor of minus 10 degrees Celsius. I like it. He hates it.
We were settling into the car for the drive home after doing some grocery shopping, when he reached for the heater controls. He set them to his comfort level, forgetting that I am a true daughter of the north, and winter is my favourite season.The hot air came blasting out of those vents with force sufficient to blow my shoulder length hair straight back, I swear! The temperature was set up high enough to instantly melt any mascara I was wearing and set me scrambling for the zipper pull on my jacket. I was desperate to loosen up the neck before I succumbed to the furnace-like atmosphere, and melted down off the seat and onto the floor mat. When I complained about how hot he was making it, he told me that I have no idea of what hot is. Hubby hails from village #57 in Guiana, you see. Says he to me,"In the summers there, you would leave footprints when you walked down the road because of the heat melting the tar."
So it's hot where he came from. I'm not arguing that. I'm just wondering when (if ever!) this man is going to acclimatize to the weather here. He begins to complain about the weather "turning cold" in September. Toronto's position at 44°N latitude brings an average temperature then of what I consider a downright balmy 16 degrees celsius, 61 degrees Fahrenheit. His homeland, however, boasts year-round averages that range from 79 Fahrenheit to 87 Fahrenheit, and his complaining about the "cold" here continues until May, when we get back to the temperatures we left behind in September.
When we head off to bed at night during the winter, I'm enjoying the time of year when I think the sleeping is best, but getting the bed covers right for the two of us can be a real challenge. He prefers to have so much covering that he is lightly sweating, at all times. I prefer to sleep with the windows open just a tad, and I'm comfy with only half of the blankets that he needs. If he rolls about during the night and brings some of his blankets over to my side of the bed, I wake in a panic, thinking there's a fire in the room! When I realize it's just him and his blankets, I calm down for a moment, and then start wondering all over again - when is he ever going to get used to the winter?
There must be some people reading this who hail from sunnier climes, just like my mate. What's your take on all of this? Can the sons and daughters of the sun ever grow to welcome the winds and snows of winter?
We were settling into the car for the drive home after doing some grocery shopping, when he reached for the heater controls. He set them to his comfort level, forgetting that I am a true daughter of the north, and winter is my favourite season.The hot air came blasting out of those vents with force sufficient to blow my shoulder length hair straight back, I swear! The temperature was set up high enough to instantly melt any mascara I was wearing and set me scrambling for the zipper pull on my jacket. I was desperate to loosen up the neck before I succumbed to the furnace-like atmosphere, and melted down off the seat and onto the floor mat. When I complained about how hot he was making it, he told me that I have no idea of what hot is. Hubby hails from village #57 in Guiana, you see. Says he to me,"In the summers there, you would leave footprints when you walked down the road because of the heat melting the tar."
So it's hot where he came from. I'm not arguing that. I'm just wondering when (if ever!) this man is going to acclimatize to the weather here. He begins to complain about the weather "turning cold" in September. Toronto's position at 44°N latitude brings an average temperature then of what I consider a downright balmy 16 degrees celsius, 61 degrees Fahrenheit. His homeland, however, boasts year-round averages that range from 79 Fahrenheit to 87 Fahrenheit, and his complaining about the "cold" here continues until May, when we get back to the temperatures we left behind in September.
When we head off to bed at night during the winter, I'm enjoying the time of year when I think the sleeping is best, but getting the bed covers right for the two of us can be a real challenge. He prefers to have so much covering that he is lightly sweating, at all times. I prefer to sleep with the windows open just a tad, and I'm comfy with only half of the blankets that he needs. If he rolls about during the night and brings some of his blankets over to my side of the bed, I wake in a panic, thinking there's a fire in the room! When I realize it's just him and his blankets, I calm down for a moment, and then start wondering all over again - when is he ever going to get used to the winter?
There must be some people reading this who hail from sunnier climes, just like my mate. What's your take on all of this? Can the sons and daughters of the sun ever grow to welcome the winds and snows of winter?
1 Comments:
Yeah, yeah -- I would be reveling in the hilarity here too if it wasn't for the fact that I still have to brave winter before I make it home. You know, a lot of progress went into making heaters -- would it be so bad to respect that?!
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