Dear New World of Weather,
Please don’t be offended by what I’m about to say. We understand that Flin Flonners have done our share in heating the planet. ie: The Mine. But seriously. We are not used to all this rain. We had six days in a row in July, and that was very hard to endure. People couldn’t fish, except for the really hardy folks who own those special jacket and pants outfits, or have a party boat with a built in roof.
We didn’t have our new lawn yet, so all that water just went to waste, thumping down on the clay in a sad, end-of-the-world scenario. It’s bad enough that we’ve started getting crazy bugs in town, certainly encouraged by the longer summer season, (which frankly feels like a bit of a joke.) But mosquitoes with barbs on their stingers and those lawn destroying cinch bugs are a bridge too far.
I realize we have it pretty good up here in the north. If it snows heavily, we tend to think of it as a storm. Having lived in Southern Manitoba, I realize that’s a bit of a joke. It’s true that anything hotter than 28C has many of us complaining. (Heat and northerners, a complex combination–some actually like it.) I have no problem, though, with the -30 weather in winter, as long as it doesn’t go on for six months like it did a few years ago. We’re still recovering from that one.
It’s feeling a lot like fall, and I would like a little dryness, please. I need to bring in the garden, and Clarence needs to continue bricking around our new lawn. (A subject for another blog post.) So please. Help us out and bring back the weather from, say, 1967. Thank you. ps. The smelter is shut down, so please reward us with a short winter.
Fed up, but trying to be nice,
in Flin Flon