I made a playlist for West Elm that you can listen to here if you have Spotify. I know the end of summer is coming when that Talk Talk track comes back on repeat. It’s subconscious.
The other day I put Waiting for the Sun by The Doors on and when “Summer’s Almost Gone” came on I flipped my car stereo the bird. End of summer denial is actually a harbinger.
The Canadian National Exhibition (the Ex/the CNE). Every year when I was little our teachers would distribute a free pass coupon to the CNE on the last day of school. The end of summer always seemed so far away, and the Ex was always its harbinger, since it would open in the last few weeks before Labour Day. My father’s impatience with crowds usually kept us away despite the free passes, although one year we did go and he won a small koala for me (midway prizes were so much more modest then!). Another year we went and a family friend bought a whistle he put in his mouth that imitated the most beautiful birdsong.
Some years I don’t go, and there were a few years where I let my snobbery get in the way of my enjoyment. But Geoff & I went last year, at night, and it was so much fun. This year we went during the day to get a different feel for it. The rides have been the same for forever, with their charming signage and handpainted details, which is almost comforting. We went on a couple, and checked out the hilarious houseplant competition. As usual, my photos make it seem as though there weren’t that many people around! I do have a knack for that.
And no, we didn’t eat a so-called “cronut burger.”
Hi, Geoff! At the top of the wheel.