Monday, February 21, 2011

Crazy Canucks

   
Every year, when the spring is so early it's still actually winter, my dad would hold forth about how Canadians are crazy. There'd always be a handy example around, usually a male specimen, flaunting the crazy in public, lending credence to the stereotype. Conditions need to be right to spot the Crazy Canuck - a slight warming trend in the weather, on the plus side of zero, but still only in single digits and in order to qualify as Crazy instead of merely misguided, it should be about February, as this is the time when SAD is at its highest and cabin fever have everyone ready to snap.

Last week, we had two days with 9°C (about 48F) and it was positively balmy compared to the deep freeze of the week before. We all got a little giddy, thinking maybe it was all over, just as we do every year when Mother Nature gives us a break from the bone chilling cold and snow and warms up the place as a treat. Or plays cruelly with our sanity. It all depends on your point of view and by now most of us have such a severe case of winter fatigue that we lean towards the latter.

But back to last week. Perfect weather for the first Crazy Canuck to be spotted in the wild and I was keeping my eyes peeled. I hadn't seen any yet despite keeping a lookout, but conditions were perfect and after spending the previous week in the killing kind of cold, the kind that makes you want to cry and curl up under your covers, sucking your thumb, I was ready. It was only a matter of time and I was very much looking forward to the sighting - this would be one of the earliest I'd have would ever recorded. As these are always a daytime occurrence, I had eased my vigilance on Thursday evening and prepared to go out for dinner with Ken. And then it happened.

There's one every year and this year, it was a friend of mine.

   
Shorts. In February. When there's still snow on the ground.

Certifiable.
  

8 comments:

Wren said...

(laughing) That's pretty crazy, all right. Here in California, we have our own version of teh crazy, though. When the temperature falls to about 60 degrees, it's quite common to see people out in parkas, gloves and scarves. Everywhere you go, you'll hear them bemoaning the bitter cold and longing for spring... and this is when the sun is out. On the weather news, if a winter rainstorm meanders through, the weatherheads go nuts, putting reporters out on the sides of the freeways to report on conditions in the rain, and cameramen in the downtowns, getting shots of people in parkas with umbrellas. I, having been through many bitter, North German winters, note all this with wonder and not a little snark. And I long to live where winters are REAL, just so I can enjoy spring and summer. Great post, Lene. Loved the pic.

Laurie said...

Craaaaazy! My contribution to the day (which was a lovely one) was switching from my ├╝ber-warm 3/4-length puffy coat to my regular winter coat! :) L

liz@millerhousehold.com said...

That is an awesome photo.

Jocelyn said...

And sandals!  I love it.  We have those here, too - folks who ski in shorts (in the snow! when it's in the 20s or 30s!), or who go swimming in an outdoor pool when it's in the 30s (um, wait, that would be me - sigh - at least it's heated!). :)   And we don't even have the excuse of a previous month of below-0 temps.

AlisonH said...

Love the picture! It's so Californian!

Diana said...

I think it is an infectious disease. We have it here in Michigan and indeed, I've been known to suffer from it myself :-}

Colleen said...

I saw a boy going into school during our crazy New England snows (3+ feet of snow on the ground, drifts/piles 6 feet and higher!), entering school in shorts and a t-shirt, no coat, having been dropped off by mom!   A 6th or 7th grader!   Who's nuttier, that kid or his mom?????

I always make my kids bring a proper coat in the car, no matter that they will be in a warm car then a warm building...suppose the car breaks down?????

Gaina said...

Ever heard of Geordies, from the North East of England?? Well, I'm one and you've convinced me that Canadians are our soul mates when it comes winter attire :D.