I Was Careful Not to Complain About the Cold…

…this winter so I could grumble and bitch today.  .

Earls Winter sceeneThe first thing I saw on Facebook today was a post by a local photographer, Earl Hartlen Photography, of this wonderful winter landscape with the caption, “Environment Canada has issued a “Heat Warning”. Please, let’s not start complaining. Do you remember how cold it was this past winter?” and then an invitation to comment.  Apparently I’m not the only person who stayed inside on their computer today because the banter on the comment section with this picture has continued all day.

Some people like my friend Nancy and that guy downstairs just thrive in the heat.  There is golf and grass cutting and working in the garden but not for me.  I have to hide in an air conditioned room, an air conditioned car or on a beach close to the water so I can baste at regular intervals.  My body and the asthma just don’t like days that are over 21 with humidity and “Feels Like” subscript.  .

The beach of my childhood is likely the whole problem.  I grew up on the lakefront in Port Dover and I don’t think I knew what heat was until I moved away from home.  The warmest days in July meant sleeping on the lake bank in a lounge chair and having to be sure we had enough blankets.  It was not unusual in the summer to have the lake side door closed because it would be too cold.  We hardly ever had to open the screen windows except the ones in the doors.

Just to make things more interesting I have horrible allergies to grass and trees and who knows what else and a touch of asthma.  My mother always told me when I got stuffed up beginning in May that I had a summer cold.  No one knew about allergies then.  Issues around breathing are very common in our society and those who struggle need to take special care on days like this.  People who are ill or infirmed need to be cautious about not getting pneumonia and should seek medical care if they feel tightness in the chest.  If you are feeling at all light headed out in that heat take shelter and drink water immediately. (See post about Heat Stroke)

The banter on Earl Hartlen’s photo page has been fun.  There are apparently several people like myself who made a point not to complain in the winter so they could take advantage of grumble rights today.  There are others with as much disdain for the cold.  To each his own.

Another thing pointed out in the discussion is how very fortunate we are to live in a place where, when it’s hot we can be cool and when it’s cold we can be warm.  Truly we are blessed even though our hydro bills will be larger than usual this month. Stay cool and I’ll see you all in mid August.


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (www.riverofhopeenterprises.com), I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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