On Canada Day (i.e., Wednesday July 1st) I had planned to pitch my tent at a small, ocean front market in Nanaimo to engage people in conversations about books. I hoped to sell a few of my own.
Normally I’d say that’s a great way to spend an afternoon, but we’re in the middle of a wicked heat wave. My brain is fried and I’m as cranky as a camper with a snake in her tent.
You get the idea.
I am not the perfect PR person at the moment.
I don’t like to be negative, but this unrelenting heat tests my niceness. I am a Canadian and I can prove it. I like reading by a wood fire when it snows. I can say hello in two official languages. I use loonies and toonies for money. I can find Moose Jaw on the map and I know what Pierre Burton said about Canadians and canoes. Suffocating heat and merciless sunshine just aren’t my thing.
I loved everyone’s ideas for staying cool (see comments) but the heat got the better of me and I cancelled. It’s just too hot. Maybe next year.
The wimpy, wilted Canadian:)