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goodbye summer


GOODBYE SUMMER. Goodbye humidity, goodbye cobwebs, goodbye shirtless neighbours, goodbye four-inch moustache bugs, goodbye demented moth, goodbye sea-doo morons, goodbye air-conditioning, goodbye yoga pants, goodbye fun runs, goodbye stinking garbage, goodbye wasps, goodbye company barbecues, goodbye soft bananas, goodbye fruit flies, goodbye summer reading lists, goodbye robot movies, goodbye soulless cottagers, goodbye where-are-we-going-this-weekend, goodbye fan in my face, goodbye bad tattoo I can see on half your ass, goodbye fat man on bike, goodbye drunk guy in the park, goodbye tank-top prostitute, goodbye teenage moms pushing strollers around and around the Tim Hortons, goodbye mosquitoes, goodbye road trips, goodbye grown men in loud shorts, goodbye street music, goodbye outdoor gear enthusiasts, goodbye toothless people yelling in the street, goodbye giant untrained dogs (your owners won't walk you in the winter), goodbye half-assed renovation projects, goodbye strange buzzing just over my left shoulder, goodbye sirens we hear because all the windows are open, goodbye neighbour camped on the sidewalk, goodbye bottom feeders who travel back alleys, goodbye eating in the street, goodbye teal, goodbye sneering patio people, goodbye mimosas, goodbye bicycle on the sidewalk, goodbye German tourists, goodbye sitting on something wet, goodbye posts about perfect holidays, goodbye twinkly Instagram photos.

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Labour Day weekend, last real weekend of summer. We spent the Sunday afternoon at Lake Ontario Park, which is new and redone and quite nice (especially the splash pad, which Oona loved).



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On the holiday Monday we drove down Highway 33 and took the ferry over to Prince Edward County (United Empire Loyalist territory). We went to Bloomfield, took a walk, had lunch at the Saylor House, which is very nice and quaint but might have the *slowest* service in the universe, went for a long drive and wondered on how rich people live. About seven hours.

Here's Queen of the Goofballs waiting for the ferry ...



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Dark All Day has a review in the latest (September) edition of Quill and Quire.



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Exquisite Corpse Number Eleven posted today, with text and audio. 






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Everything else is just shimmering.


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