It’s almost the end of Season 7 in Game of Thrones. It’s a series that’s been hard to watch for me mostly because of the violence. But this past episode just sent me over the top and for a very different reason. The lack of realism with winter.
Living in Canada, I can tell you that the very first thing Jon Snow and his band of Men should have worn when they walked north of the Wall was a hat. Your head loses something like 30000% of your body heat and it’s super important to flatten your hair during the winter. No, seriously, you need a toque or bad things are going to happen.
I stared and stared but there wasn’t a single hat among the lot. These were brave warriors alright, but were they fighting the enemy or hypothermia? They were chatting away as they walked and no one winced at the cold, or put a warm hand over their ears. I can tell you from personal experience that uncovered ears will scream in pain as soon as the temperature dips.
Frostbite should also have been on their minds. They had pretty solid clothing which included mitts but those ears would have been in trouble and so would their cheeks. Their heads and faces should have been covered.
Most importantly, they should at all times keep dry. And good old, Jon Snow…fell into a frozen lake.
By all rights, even if he had made it out alive, most of his digits would have been goners.
And don’t get me started about how cold they would be riding on a dragon through the air. The wind up there would have made the windchill something that would kill much faster than the Night King.
Honestly, doesn’t anyone have a snowsuit in all of Westeros? Sheesh.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lovely hubby has been sick but is on the mend. This is particularly reassuring for yours truly because I’ve been fetching, getting and buying him everything from remedies to mythical British drinks that don’t exist in Canada.
I’d tell you Spring is starting to show its lovely head and it’s absolutely beautiful out. Yesterday, it was sunny and not below zero, so we took the fuzz-balls for a walk. It was like we had emerged from a long period in jail or something because we both had amazed, bewildered looks on our faces wondering at the fact that we could show our skin to the elements without fear of immediate frostbite.
Our dogs, on the other hand, are sad that their beloved blizzards are over. They try to sit on the little bits of remaining snow in the yard and ignore the dry, grassy ground around them.
In other words, they’re nuts.
A year ago, I clearly remember writing a post titled: Waiting for snow. I’m not waiting for snow this year. In fact, unrealistic as it may be, I’m hoping it passes us altogether. After the never-ending freezing nightmare that was last year’s Winter, I was hoping to have a short, brief, warm season (or as warm as you can get in Canada).
Notice the ‘was’? Yeap. The farmers are already predicting a long winter. And a cold one with tons of snow and freezing temperatures. That nasty Polar Vortex is supposed to be wrecking havoc all over us again.
On the other hand, the akitas around here couldn’t be happier.
Canada is a country of extreme weather. We get super-cold winters–that last waaaay too long–but then we get these incredibly hot and sunny summers.
It’s really unbelievable. The same place that was covered ( and I mean covered) by snow only a few weeks ago is now green and full of flowers. Don’t believe it? I have the evidence to prove it…in bad pictures.
First, of course, the snow. I remember this quite well.
Now, though, we have this,
Isn’t it beautiful? I can’t believe it’s the same place…except I live here, so I can tell you. It’s the same place. It’s truly beautiful. You should come visit.
In the summer.
It’s March…and, outside my window, it looks like January. Polar Vortex or no Polar Vortex, I’m starting to wonder if we’ve magically moved into the realm of Game of Thrones only, instead of ‘Winter is coming’, we have ‘Winter is never leaving’.
Here are a few reading pictures to fit the never-ending season. 🙂
On a positive note, the akitas love it. 🙂
We had snow, but more of the white stuff has accumulated on the ground and even more is on the forecast. For variety, tomorrow’s weather includes a windchill. To add to our misery, the days are not only short, today the sun wasn’t able to make it through the clouds at all. At five in the afternoon, it’s pitch black outside and the sun doesn’t rise until well after 7am. Ew.
This feels like the longest winter in history. Did I really say I was waiting for snow at some point?
February is when Canadians start to feel an itch for Spring. After all those frozen, dark months of winter, they need to have some sort of hope that, one day, they will wake up and not see a frozen wasteland. They need to believe warmer weather is coming.
Good news. We have Groundhog Day.
As the story goes, this rodent (the groundhog) comes out of hibernation every year and reacts to his shadow. If he sees his shadow, he hides and there are at least 6 more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, it means Spring is around the corner.
It’s absolute hogwash, of course. No rodent whose IQ is barely higher than their hibernating body temperature is able to predict the weather with any accuracy. Hogwash.
But the sad reality is that we’re so desperate for good news, we’ll cling to a rodent if that’s the only bit of hope around. After the never-ending length of this winter season, I’m willing to give Groundhog Willy a chance.
At least if he announces an early Spring.