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It was a Frosted Flakes kind of morning

November 20, 2015


Waking up this morning in my parkade and getting out of bed(ding) was very nearly like how I remember it was as a child, waking up in an unheated cabin on a weekend ice fishing trip in northern Saskatchewan.

It just after 6:30 a.m. when this homeless person poked his head out from under the cover of a toasty warm sleeping bag and un-zippered to feel the sudden in-rush of 1° C outside air.

“Brrr” is right!

When you wake up outside on a day like today you really wake up!


I will say this for the cold though; the crisp, clean air instantly cuts through any wooly-headedness that I might otherwise experience and I’m instantly awake and focused on getting dressed. I have to be quick about dressing too, before every bit of precious body heat dissipates.

It minimizes the shock to my system that I sleep up against my folded duds so that everything is close at hand and considerably less than ice cold.

This is not to say that my 50-something year-old engine revs up to speed as fast as a 20-year-old’s would — it certainly doesn’t.

A modest grade of hill that I’ll normally pass without even thinking, leaves me feeling a bit winded when I climb it first thing after leaving my sleeping spot.

However, by 7:30 a.m. when I found myself crunching through mounds of thickly frosted leaves — such that I thought to stop and take some photographs — I was all fired up and ready for adventure.

Or at least ready for breakfast and a cup of coffee. And wouldn’t you just know it, it’s free small coffee all week at McDonald’s, so my medium breakfast size only cost a mere 50 cents!

It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?

It’s true that if I could today, I’d probably just loiter inside and avoid the chill outside. It’s just as well that I have to go out and earn myself some money.

I look forward to another interesting day exploring bits of Vancouver in my quest for returnable beverage containers and tonight I expect that I’ll again sleep like a lamb and tomorrow morning I’m all but positive that I’ll wake up refreshed and eager. And so on and so forth.

Here’s hoping that Everyone else feels at least as fortunate as I generally do.

And a special thought to all my peers who will be hunkering down tonight in one of Vancouver’s regular overnight shelters or those opening specifically because of B.C. Housing’s extreme weather alert:

Have a good night, sleep tight, and, for goodness sakes, I hope that the bedbugs don’t bite! Click the image to enlarge it.

  1. Nelson permalink

    I suddenly feel the need to stop complaining about distinct chill in the air when I’m out and about these days. Stay safe but more importantly, stay warm!


    • Thank you, I will. I always feel warm after reading my comments. And please feel free to complain about the weather — I certainly do.


  2. Ever tried autogenic training? You body influences your mind, your mind influences your body. So, with a little bit of practice you can tell your body it feels warm and you will actually begin heating up some more. Every night before bed, I tell myself how cozy warm it will be and boom! my body heater kicks on. That was particularly useful with – 8 last night. Take care, stay warm, and keep those beautiful pictures coming!


    • Attitude and frame of mind is certainly important. If you let yourself fret over feeling a bit of a chill then you will feel cold, whether you really are or not.

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  3. Slowcrow permalink

    Wet=Death Simple. Sleeping on a yoga mat, on the floor, in an over-heated room, with possibly sick people, told to leave very early (coldest part of night is just BEFORE sunrise), is not kindness, also potential death sentence. Google ‘Kylyssa homeless topics’ if anyone REALLY is curious as to why some people would avoid that ‘kindness’, not the reasons we’ve been told. I beg you, check it out. Serious help would not be that hard or expensive. Glad you’re able to sleep healthy, sqwabb. You’re a Vancouver treasure :). Editing is welcomed.


    • Gosh. I wouldn’t touch a blessed word. It’s best to just stand aside and read your train of thought as it roars into the station.

      Getting wet in a Vancouver winter can be remarkably harmful. So, I think, can shelters. I’m quite leery also of bundling up at night to the point that I overheat — I genuinely want to feel the edge of the chill at night.

      Googling ” Kylyssa homeless topics” led me to a Homeless Hub page on how to get of the street — namely through work, saving and renting a place. I left a comment, which I may also make a post.


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