The Labours of Summer

What's next? I'll tell you what's next, Labour Day that's what's next.
Again many moons have passed since I last posted on this blog. I don't even know why it takes me so long to get up the energy to write down inane thoughts onto a blackboard that never gets erased. I actually have time now. There is no excuse. I'm off at 2pm everyday and yet I seemingly find any number of things to do other than something constructive. I hardly read. I never write. I sometimes go to the gym or run, but that's about it. And when I say "seemingly find any number of things to do"...it's only one thing. It's fucking Voyager man. A week or so ago, I watched four straight episodes. In a row. That's four hours on the couch doing nothing but watching the stranded Starfleet vessel slowly makes it's way across the Delta quadrant attempting to makes it's way home to earth. One leg on the ground the other stradeling the top of my couch, I sat there, transfixed on the screen wathching the melodrama unfold infront of me. After the third episode I was so jonesing for another fix that with one shaky, sweaty hand on the remote I desperatley scrolled through 134 channels and actually time shifted and watched CityTV Calgary. I'm an addict. That's the first step...admiting you have a problem.
But all hope is not lost. I've switched shifts and now I'll be working the 11a-7p shift. I may have found a cure to my problem. Over the last week I've been ever so gently weening myself off the Voyager. I've slowly been saying goodbye to Janeway, Tuvok, Paris, Seven of Nine, Nelix and the rest of the crew. Soon I'll even be able to make it through a day with out wondering if they ever did make it home.
Well enough of that...the joke is dead.
Since we last spoke I've bought a new car. My first ever brand new car as a matter of fact. It's a sweet little thing. A Nissan Versa. Not unlike our last car, the sturdy and dependable Volkswagon Golf, (which probably would've lasted many more years if not for me) it's a small little hatch back. I'm quite fond of the little fellow and hopefully I won't fuck this one up too badly. I just thought that it was worth mentioning and important enough to chisle into the side of the great slab of virtual granite lining the internet.
And what could the summer be with out weddings. Yes, since we last spoke we attended another wedding. This one was for our good friends, Mike and Melissa. Great venue in The Gladstone and great atmosphere too. It was so laid back and casual. None of that pomp and circumstance you get at some weddings. I think we've been very lucky this summer, in that every wedding to the last has been amazing. Each one has been so fun and unique. Wonderful. Wonderful.
The best part of this last wedding was seeing so many faces I haven't seen in quite sometime. It was like Bracebridge came to Toronto for a day. Well that and Ross's video. Brilliant. Brilliant.
And next weekend we have one more. One last wedding to end the summer.
Yes, Labour Day has passed. You can say that September 20th is the last day of summer but we all know that once Labour Day has come and gone, Summer has left the building.
That little feeling inside your stomach starts to rumble. Nostalgia grips tightly you as you start to remember all the good times past. Fall is at the door step and it's time to wipe our muddy feet off at the door and leave all those good times behind as we step inside and bunker down for another long winter. But not before we have one last great wedding! So here is to all those good times already past and to all the new memories soon to be forgotten.
So what's next?