Brrr

I’ve always enjoyed a crisp day. It’s the kind of day when the air puts a little color in your cheeks. I was comfortable with the cold. As a Canadian, it came in handy. Then I moved to Los Angeles, California, and I hated the heat, and the sun in the winter didn’t feel right. I toughed it out for 18 years before moving back home. Then menopause hit, and I couldn’t get cold enough. I remember going out onto the balcony of my Montreal apartment after midnight in nothing but a robe in February and opening the robe, and just watching the heat escape my body . It was wonderful. Now I’m post menopausal and I need more heat just to stay comfortable, which is why I live in a city with the warmest winter climate in Canada. It’s wonderfully temperate.  I love sunshine but prefer a cooler temperature with it. My perfect day is sunny and anywhere between 15 and 20 degrees Celsius with no wind.  Preferably in the spring because I have the most energy during spring, and since my stroke nearly ten years ago, energy is on low supply. It sucks getting older, but I’m tough. Old age isn’t for sissies, as Bette Davis used to say.