The Kount says il fait tres froid or fe frette ta wohr (A colder Kount)
It's 12:59 A M -Monday January 24, 2000 - Destination Bistro Dorval, Quebec - Canada
I have pushed the boundaries of my definition of cold.
Before coming here I remember a Kansas night in 1981 or 1982 that
went down to -8 F … but that was one night. And I don't remember
anything that came close to that temperature since that day. Although
I have experienced -60 F wind chills a couple of times in the
past it never seemed as real as that -8.
In the past couple of weeks it has got down to -15 F. or
-26 C. wind chills of -40 F. or -40 C. numerous times … it
got so cold the inside of my nose felt like it was crystallizing
from the inside out. The sting on my face and hands made me wonder,
just how cold would it feel to get kicked out of a orbiting space
craft … ouch! … I am starting to understand why they
like the snow here. The snow is an omen of warm weather (that
is a relative term of course). Where I am from snow is an omen
of cold weather … I for one am already tired of the snow
and salty muck … here in Montreal they throw tons and I mean
tons of salt at the snow. It ruins your shoes, the carpet, and
it attacks every part of your car. I am so happy my car is not
new but it still bothers me. And as far as vanity goes …
just forget about it … no one here can be concerned. Your
clothes are covered in heavy coats, scarves and funky boots. There
is no vanity attached to your car. The bloody thing is covered
with salt and you can't wash it for fear of freezing the locks
and the doors shut. It has never been this dirty. So you wait
for a time when it is snowing to wash your car. (Warm day) …
Yuck
The picture I sent is shows how salty (no mud) ones car can get.
I thought about having a bikini clad girl in front of it but I
cant find any volunteers … go figure?
I guess it's supposed to get better in 6 weeks …
Oh boy…
The Kount