It's ironic - after weeks of extreme heat and humidity and the sporadic severe thunderstorm, I'm actually sad that summer is almost over. Last weekend was lost to Hurricane Irene. A week or two before that, I toyed with the possibility of visiting Montreal and Quebec City, but the weather predictions weren't very inspiring. (When I went a couple of years ago, it only rained occasionally. When I returned to my hotel room after my first night out in Quebec City, my clothes were a bit wet, so I dried them in the bathroom and took a nice hot shower to get over damp, clammy feeling.) I do miss hearing the French announcements in the hotel elevator or underground subway, and Canadian money is cute. And who can resist the Inuit carvings from the far north?
I don't look forward to shorter and grayer days, and I don't want to even consider the inevitable sheets of heavy wet snow and ice. If I win millions of dollars in the lottery (which I won't because I don't play the lottery), I'll move to Hawaii or Southern California.
I don't look forward to shorter and grayer days, and I don't want to even consider the inevitable sheets of heavy wet snow and ice. If I win millions of dollars in the lottery (which I won't because I don't play the lottery), I'll move to Hawaii or Southern California.