We just passed the Victoria Day weekend here (our first "long
weekend"--the official start of summer in Canada) and I still feel like
I've been run over by a truck. The weather was beautiful, hot and sunny
on days known for cold/rain. It used to be our big fireworks day (in
celebration of Queen Victoria's birthday, a marker of Canada's
still-present connection to Britain) but it rained for so many
consecutive years, that the majority of the big light shows got moved
to Canada Day (July 1st)
Anyway, Mom and I headed out for a nice
walk along a local beach/pier and man, people were out in full force,
eating ice-cream, guzzling down cold drinks and swimming in the MUCH
TOO COLD Lake Ontario. Yes, I said swimmimg. I swear, Canadians would
swim next to icebergs if you asked them to, we are so desperate for
warm weather after months of cold, who cares if we get hypothermia?
Seriously, it was too ridiculous for words, and what is with people
having like thirty foot boats? Unreal. They were all out there in
clusters, no doubt comparing sizes:-) The jet ski die hards were fun to
watch as they raced each other, skimming happily along the top of the
water at a blistering pace, reveling in their self-made waves.
I
ran into trouble by the time I made it home because I had forgotten my
hat. We both managed to give ourselves a mild case of sunstroke. Mom
from pushing me and not drinking, me from just the sun exposure as it
was beating down on me in the wheelchair. A mistake neither one of us
will make again, but it put a bit of a damper on the day.
I
ended up going out with a friend the next day, and I was dragging
myself around like an eighty-five year old. Kinda ruined outing number
two (fries and ice-cream at a local dairy) so, lesson learned.
More
nice weather since, but I'm still wiped. The moral of the story is---go
back upstairs for your hat, the two minutes I saved was SO NOT WORTH IT.
Happy start to the summer all!
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