Ok WordPress, ok Daily Post – since you asked, here is what I wish for in the midst of this bitterly cold Alberta winter. Here is my ardent desire.
It’s not much, in the scheme of things. It’s a snippet, a trifle, a nothing, really, but I’m a Canadian. I’m sick of weenie-shrinker days and nights, of snow falling off roofs into my coat at the back of my neck. I’m tired of nutting myself with the shovel on uneven cracks in the driveway or sidewalk. I’m done with lazy people who don’t shovel their walks at all, leaving me and my pooch to navigate thick snow, glare ice, city-made ice and snow berms, and massive mounds of salt when we have to go for our jobbies walk.
As a student, I haven’t been able to get away from this for three winters in a row now, so this is what I’d like:
I’d like palm trees and blue skies in a tropical or at least semi-arid paradise.
I’d like patio living for a while, and forty-dollar beer and nuts. (Never thought I’d say that).
I’d like clean, dry roads. Here in Alberta it’s often July before all the winter crap is cleaned up, then in August they start putting it down again. This seems like such a simple request to me. Believe me, the only people who can romanticize snow are the ones who haven’t had to shovel it, and live with the mess it makes.
I’d like some chicken fried steak, please. We Canadians can’t get chicken fried steak – at least, I’ve never seen it here. Lots of other chicken dishes, but no chicken fried steak. I know: unbelievable.
At (mumble-mumble) years old, ‘night life’ isn’t really my thing anymore, but Lord at least let me out of my house at night so that I can drive past it and be assured that it still exists. It’s a part of the fabric of the human condition that people be able to let their hair down, and this is hard to do when it’s trapped under a toque.
So there you have it, Daily Post. I’ll be watching my mailbox for air tickets and accommodations. I can handle meals – I’m not greedy. I’m not asking for much.
Just a little sanity in the midst of three long winters.