This past weekend, in Canada, was Canada Day. It was Sunday, and observed by many businesses on Monday. Do I need to say that it rained on Sunday?
I was up and ready to head down to the parade. Except the parade was at 7pm instead of 12noon. Go figure. The thought of wandering downtown to see what was there, and hang out the rest of the day, in the rain, was unappealing so I popped in The Sopranos and chilled with the expectation of heading out around 5 or 6pm to see the parade.
Nope.
OK. Well, the fireworks were at 10:30pm. It was about 8pm, and since I have a flight to and from Chicago, and then a flight to and from Boston, I needed some reading material. Off to Chapters bookstore.
Books are soothing to me. Library stacks. Bookstore aisles. The one room in the house with bookshelves. Soothing. Guess I needed it this weekend as I closed down the bookstore, and left with enough reading material to get me through the flights, vacation and probably an additional week or two.
And here I sit, July 3, 2012, finding it weird not to be in the States for July 4th and preparing for fireworks and a BBQ. My brain still thinks tomorrow is a holiday. It wasn’t interested in focusing on work today, knowing tomorrow is a holiday. And it had difficulty reconciling the rain and 50 degree weather with it being July 4th tomorrow. It should be sunny and in the 80s or 90s!
My brain is still on American time.
I suspect there will be a few more days like this in the coming months. Some dates are etched in memory and will be hard since I won’t be there, and some days I’ll want to create a new memory to replace the old.