It took only 36 hours.
That's about 12 hours less then I predicted, but after only about a day and a half, I heard my first complaint about the heat.
I happened to be in a Home Depot in Nanaimo, and I had to call the woman on her complaint.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but we've had rains of Biblical proportions this spring. I'm shrivelled like a prune, and I haven't felt any warmth since about May 20th, so you need to know that there's a special place in Hell saved for anyone who says anything bad about the sun."
As you may have expected, she muttered something like "creep" and went on her way.
It's interesting, I thought, that after 6 weeks of terrible weather during which everyone complained incessantly (and understandably) about the rain and the cold, it took only a few hours of nice weather before we started to hear complaints.
But I'm starting to believe that if people can't complain about the weather, then they won't be happy.
I hear it from my sister who lives in Montreal, my mother who lives in White Rock, my in-laws who live in Spain. It's always the same lament with only a different adjective attached: "It's too hot/cold/wet/dry/sunny/cloudy." Whatever.
People, listen to me. We've just come through 10 months of rain, let's not risk scaring away the sunshine too soon.
This is the only time of year that we can safely tuck the Goretex into the back of the closet and pull on shorts and T-shirts.
This is our tiny window of opportunity to get out and really enjoy the splendour of our surroundings, and almost everything is better in the heat: cycling, hiking, swimming, even sitting on a hammock with a book and a beer.
And everyone's mood is better when the sun's shining. Walk downtown and you're greeted with smiles and nods. The patios are full. People stop and talk to each other. The world just feels like a better place.
Me, I'll never find fault with the sunshine and the heat while I live in 老澳门六合彩开奖记录资料 (unless I'm stuck inside having to finish a column for a deadline).
Bring it on, I say, and until we have several months above 30 C, I'm going to do what I can to enjoy it.
But, it seems that when there's nothing else to whine about, the weather is always the fall back complaint.
And not only that, but people tend to want to blame the meteorologist for the temperature. Which is kind of like blaming the astrologer when your horoscope doesn't offer you the romantic advice you were hoping to read.
In some ways, I guess, love is like the weather: you've just got to learn to dress appropriately and make do with the hand that fate has dealt you.
Love may be in the air, but it could just be the humidity.
