The Daily EO: September 1st, 2013

I’ve told you before, September is the beginning of the new year for me.  Time to move from the languid days of Summer into the more focused Fall.  And time to sharpen my dedication to The Daily EO.  Yes, I’ve been a bit spotty in my updates.  Well, spotty is even a stretch.

But my mother told me “If you have to write, you’d better get paid for it”.  So, since I don’t get paid, I write when I want to.  And in August, I wanted to lay on lounge chairs, be outside, or doing things I actually do get paid for.   So, you wondered!  You checked your email often.  When or When will she post today’s update!!??  I CAN’T STAND IT!

I am excited to move from August into September because somehow I gained 5 pounds this summer and I’d like it to go away.  I say “Somehow” like it is a big mystery.  Hmmm.  Wine, Jelly Bellys, hamburgers, hotdogs, early mornings and late nights with reduced exercise?  What could have happened?!  This is so strange.

Well, to start me off right, I went shopping yesterday to get new running shoes.  An aside here: I don’t call running shoes “sneakers”.  That seems like such weird phrasing to me.  Like saying “garment”s or something.  It just feels like sneakers are what people wore back in the 1970s to play tennis.  I don’t know what sneakers are.  I just don’t say it so I don’t get caught in calling a non-sneaker a sneaker.  How Embarassing.

Anyways, I need all sorts of stability and support in my shoes, so generally I can’t get the sleek cute, wonderfully coloured modern “sneakers”.  (eep, is that the right usage) I asked the guy at the Running Room if I could get some really cute yellow & blue nikes, and he said “No.”  Just “No.”  So, I get left with the old style ones – from the 2000s.  Sooo Yesterday.

So, I tried on shoes I needed – with some weird metallic blue with teal blue trim and laces – and frankly didn’t even like looking at my feet.  And usually, I love looking at my feet.  I do it all day long.  What an awful colour!  (the shoes, not my feet)   Those laces!  I hate them!  We were going to try some others styles, when in the backroom, he found a different styling of the same shoe.  In my size!

September 1st, 2013 Extra Ordinary:  If you are going to turn over a new leaf, you have to look the part.

Yeah!  These will make me run fast!
Yeah! These will make me run fast!

The Daily EO: September 1st, 2012

It is so much more appropriate to me – being a child with significant amounts of education and a teacher for a parent – that the New Year begins in September.  I don’t make a big deal about New Year’s Eve – it just seems to be an excuse for people to get their hopes up that if they dress nicely and pay a $60 premium to their regular bar, somehow the night will feel magical and start the calendar year off right.  But it’s September when the when the mind turns from summer BBQs  and summer projects to school supplies and the second half of the year.  Vacationers return knowing that the last two months have been a delicious deviation from the norm and it is time to start again.  The air turns crisper and spending time in front of a computer or textbook seems more palatable.  Watermelon makes way for squash.  The smell of turning leaves in the air reminds us all that lazy and selfish summer is passing, and the pragmatic and businesslike autumn is here.

And its this September that Emile and I begin anew on the other side of Canada.  My side of Canada, I like to say.  A summer spent together vacationing, relaxing and playing with possibilities is coming to an end.  It’s time to get on with it already.  Emile is starting work on September 10th as IT support at a law firm, I’ll be back in Materials at a non-automotive manufacturer.  Both beginning again, both nervously excited.  Or is that ecstatic terror?

But not just yet.   Here in St. Catharines the weekend promises to be hot and sunny.  BBQ weather, lying upon the grass and watching the scant clouds go by.  One short long weekend together before we leave Ontario and things change.

September 1st, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  One last summer weekend.