originally posted by Kevin May 3, 2006
January, the heart of winter in northern
Fast forward to June 1, 2006. My dress for the commute is as follows: Jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt under a long sleeve shirt followed by a zip-up hoody sweatshirt under a rainproof windbreaker. Something is wrong with this picture.
Today, I conceded. Kathy and I have had a months-long argument about just how bad the weather is here. She has tended to remember every day as a gloomy, windy, dark and wet event. I have tended to point out the two minutes of sunshine that occurred sometime last week as a prime example of things not being so bad. This should come as no surprise to those of you who know us well – but Kathy is right and I am full of baloney.
Yesterday I biked home to go for a jog before dinner. Warm-up pants and a t-shirt seemed in order for the last day of May. I wasn’t out there five minutes. The cold and wet driving wind turned me right around and that was that.
Then later in the evening, when gathering with several others at the ministry centre for a night of prayer, I was asked what I thought of the weather. “Well, to be truthful,” I said, “it turned me right around when I tried to go for a run tonight. But that doesn’t usually happen.” I was expecting them to say something like: “No but it is uncharacteristically nasty of late.” Instead I got: “Well you didn’t think the two weeks of sunshine earlier in May was going to last, did you?” (I’m the eternal optimist. I can always hope.) “It’ll most likely be like this the rest of the summer.”
That was it. The weather is the weather whether I like it or not. And, there isn’t a lot to like. In church on Sunday Albert, the worship leader, thanked the Lord in his opening prayer for the rain that makes everything so green. To be honest I have no idea if he was being sincere or sarcastic. The people who chuckled must have been with me on that one.
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