The problem is not Canada

The problem with living in Canada isn’t the people, we are a tolerant and laborious folk. It isn’t the healthcare; it’s very good but as all things could be better. It isn’t the State, it generally reflects the same characteristics as its people, although just a little slower than I’d like. It isn’t our wealth as we have abundance; our cup truly runneth over. It isn’t the country’s infrastructure; we are a modern nation. It isn't the education system; we have one of the finest. It most certainly isn’t the landscape as we have that in spades, more than enough to share and enough of every kind. It isn’t the beer we brew some tasty beverages. It isn’t the grass as we grow some of the finest, indoors of course. It isn’t the woman as they are as beautiful as anywhere and particularly my wife.
The problem with Canada is that it can “freeze a witches tit”, “the balls on a brass monkey”, or on a stone gargoyle for that matter. It’s too f’n cold and for too f’n long. It snowed again last night, April 3, 2005 – damn.

Gargoyle in my backyard as seen in this mornings early, early light.

Just out of interest, the term “Freeze the balls on a brass monkey”, comes from our earlier colonial days. At that time, the cannon balls would be stored on a sled with brass runners making them easier to bring to the cannon and reload. This sled was called a Brass Monkey. Sometimes it would get so cold that the cannon balls would freeze together making it difficult to get one free. Thus the term, “It’s cold enough to freeze the balls on a brass monkey”. Thought you might like to know.

Damn, it snowed again last night and is still snowing even now!