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jawnbcThere's a battle royale going on here in Vancouver at the moment. But not between the socialist hordes and the free enterprisers (yes, people in BC still use those terms surprisingly frequently). It's between the force of good and evil. And either you're with us or against us.
I'm talking, of course, about the weather. The battle of all seasons...
Vancouver, for those unawares, is on the edge of a rain forest. We have a sort of monsoonal climate, which means that our 4 seasons are really 3. Or perhaps two-and-a-hafl. We have a wet, a dry, and then the rest of the year, in place of Spring and Autumn. We would lay claim to a Spring here, but it comes so variably each year. And Autumn? We'll by the time it starts, it's rather quickly pushed out by The Rains.
And oh my fucking Gawd it rains. Lots. Very nearly every day. We can go weeks without seeing the sun: our world is capped in a mottled grey that fairly sucks the vitamin D out through you nostrils. This past winter it rained something like 29 days in December and then 29 more in January. For seasoned Vangroovers it was a toughie; I give my gorgeous husband"> much credit for not jumping off our balcony...or pushing me over the railing instead.
Spring reliably comes by late February. This is important because it allows us on the Wacky Wet Coast to gloat to TROC (The Rest of Canada), who are mostly still plugging in their car engines to avoid vehicular frostbite until April. We British Columbians live for the weeks where CBC's The National reports blizzards in Toronto, Montréal and St John's juxtaposed with images of our cherry blossoms and rhododendrons.
We've been teetering on the edge of printemps since mid-February: a few gorgeous days, more rainy days, sun, then rain, warm, then cool. And quite franky a lot of us out here are spending entirely too much time in the shaving aisle of our local London Drugs. The last straw was finding out the temperature in Southern Ontario is already above 20C. Gawddammit we've not made it above 15C here yet-! This is wrong, just plain wrong!
But I remain faithful. I believe, in my heart of hearts, that we will soon again trump TROC, climatically speaking. Very soonTirana Toronto will be 30C with 164% humidity; ditto Montréal. And St John's, well I was there in July and it was 8C, though our host (what're ye at Mary Roche?) kept saying "ah but 'tis a warm wind" as we Westie Wussies cowered in regular Atlantic gale on St. John's Day (24 June).
Well before then we'll be enjoying consistently warm, low humidity and super-long evenings. It'll average around 25C without it being sticky. We'll all be in shorts and sandals, lunging at the rare open table in outdoor cafés, 'blading on the seawall with our soy lattés, ogling Those Who Should Wear Lycra™ and averting our gaze from Those Who Should Not (in public, anyway).
Except for June. June can be pretty sucky out here.
I'm talking, of course, about the weather. The battle of all seasons...
Vancouver, for those unawares, is on the edge of a rain forest. We have a sort of monsoonal climate, which means that our 4 seasons are really 3. Or perhaps two-and-a-hafl. We have a wet, a dry, and then the rest of the year, in place of Spring and Autumn. We would lay claim to a Spring here, but it comes so variably each year. And Autumn? We'll by the time it starts, it's rather quickly pushed out by The Rains.
And oh my fucking Gawd it rains. Lots. Very nearly every day. We can go weeks without seeing the sun: our world is capped in a mottled grey that fairly sucks the vitamin D out through you nostrils. This past winter it rained something like 29 days in December and then 29 more in January. For seasoned Vangroovers it was a toughie; I give my gorgeous husband"> much credit for not jumping off our balcony...or pushing me over the railing instead.
Spring reliably comes by late February. This is important because it allows us on the Wacky Wet Coast to gloat to TROC (The Rest of Canada), who are mostly still plugging in their car engines to avoid vehicular frostbite until April. We British Columbians live for the weeks where CBC's The National reports blizzards in Toronto, Montréal and St John's juxtaposed with images of our cherry blossoms and rhododendrons.
We've been teetering on the edge of printemps since mid-February: a few gorgeous days, more rainy days, sun, then rain, warm, then cool. And quite franky a lot of us out here are spending entirely too much time in the shaving aisle of our local London Drugs. The last straw was finding out the temperature in Southern Ontario is already above 20C. Gawddammit we've not made it above 15C here yet-! This is wrong, just plain wrong!
But I remain faithful. I believe, in my heart of hearts, that we will soon again trump TROC, climatically speaking. Very soon
Well before then we'll be enjoying consistently warm, low humidity and super-long evenings. It'll average around 25C without it being sticky. We'll all be in shorts and sandals, lunging at the rare open table in outdoor cafés, 'blading on the seawall with our soy lattés, ogling Those Who Should Wear Lycra™ and averting our gaze from Those Who Should Not (in public, anyway).
Except for June. June can be pretty sucky out here.
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Date: 2006-04-21 06:51 am (UTC)