Say goodbye to cold

Last night – the eve of the longest day of the year – husband, Ron, and I, went down to Port Dalhousie, a little village on Lake Ontario that is now part of St. Catharines. It’s about 10 minutes from our home, just east of the Niagara River…and one of my favorite places in the world.
There is something about the longest day. It is wonderful but it marks the beginning of summer and our long trek into winter. I don’t function very well in winter. CMT doesn’t like to the cold. Everything hurts and my energy is sapped because I’m constantly trying to stay warm. My feet are stone cold when the temperature is under 74F any time.
I remember a piece of research done by Dr. Lowell Williams many years ago to answer the question of why our hands and feet get so cold and stay that way even when we wear gloves or mitts and warm socks. Apparently the tiny blood vessels called capillaries shut down and don’t easily open. Normal people don’t see their blood vessels clamp down like ours do and their blood circulates freely to keep their hands and feet warm. Wearing so-called warm mittens or gloves doesn’t help once our CMT hands are cold. What we have to have is outside warmth to open those blood vessels and get things going again. Putting socks on stone cold feet won’t help. Socks are just socks. They’ll stay cold and so will your feet. Socks are meant to keep warmth in but if there isn’t any warmth to begin with, you’ll just have cold feet in cold socks. Putting those feet in warm water or putting a warm heating pad or one of those microwaveable wheat-filled pads or pairs of slippers (yes, they make microwaveable slippers) on them will. We need outside help. Nothing we can do will warm those hands and feet up. The idea is to not let your hands or feet get cold in first place. Once they are cold, you have to employ outside warmth to get them warmed up again. Ask anyone who’s laid in bed waiting for frozen feet to warm up if time works. Not until you bring in the hot water bottle or turn on the electric blanket or heating pad will those frozen tootsies relax and get warm again.
Summer – ah, blessed summer. I feel lubricated. My joints work and things don’t hurt as bad. My hands and feet are rarely cold. I get more done and have more ambition. I should have been born in Bermuda. Good thing our spring began in March this year.
Port Dalhousie (Port) has a lovely marina and two long piers that lead you way out into the lake. The piers are part of one of the old Welland canals built way back. We usually park pretty close to the east pier and walk down to the end and back. People, mostly seniors, come and park next to a berm beside the walkway, bring out their lawn chairs and watch the sun go down on Sunday nights.
We had to leave before the sun really set last night but I did manage to take a couple of interesting shots. There are two lighthouses on the east pier. The outer one is still operational.  Barn swallows have built nests under the eaves of that one. The inner one badly needs painting but I find its flaking grandeur really interesting.
We took the dog with us. He’s been doing this walks 14 years. At 15, he’s blind and deaf but I’m convinced he still knows the pier.
My camera goes everywhere with me so expect a lot of photos on this blog.