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When another 30 cm. (about a foot) of snow, freezing rain and gale-force winds kept you awake half the night, wondering if your roof was going to take the weight, and your door was drifted shut this morning, that's how! When you're sick of shovelling, wet feet and dogs with cabin fever, that's how!
Yeah, I know, I shouldn't complain, because we're very lucky compared to many places in the world this year. A little extra snow and a longer winter won't kill us, unlike floods and earthquakes. Storms are exciting to watch from the comfort of your home, wondering why people are dumb enough to head out in their cars when you know the road is drifted in just past the village, and being thankful that you no longer have an hour commute that would take at least five hours in that weather. And the hydro didn't go off, for which a person should be exceedingly grateful.
But I'm Canadian. Part of the Canadian psyche is complaining about the weather. We grumble about politics, don't make much of an issue about religion, but we can always count on the weather to be a topic of conversation, long as you're talking to another Canadian. Too cold, too hot, too humid, too wet, too dry...there's always something to complain about with Canadian weather. This summer, when we have a few humid days, I'll wager that eight of ten Islanders will say, "I shouldn't complain about the heat after the winter we had, but..."
So although I know in my head that we live in one of the best places on the planet, because it's part of my national identity, I can say without guilt, "Enough! Quit snowing, quit blowing and warm up! I'm sick of winter!"