Summer marches ever closer, even though the temperatures would argue  that it arrived a couple weeks ago. I worked with a guy once who would argue obessively that we did seasons wrong, and that the solstices and equinoxes —equinois? — equinoctes?, whatever, should in fact mark the mid-points of each season and that the transition was much fuzzier than a June such and such a day is now summer. To his point, this would mean that summer would have started on or about May 6 and run through mid-August when autumn begins. And I mean, he’s not completely wrong… but it’s not a fight I’m picking up here. The point being is that it did strictly become June this past weekend and is definitely feels very summery.

In that summer vibe, this past weekend we:

Went to bed early on Friday. Maybe I’m in my autumn years, but I knew I was up for a long and busy couple of days and the heat of the past week had tired me out.

Had a medical appointment on Saturday morning. That’s not really something to hold up and brag about I suppose, but I’ve got some little minor nagging cough that I’ve been dealing with for over a year now and the medical system is a series of appointments and tests and more appointments and trying not to gaslight myself into thinking it’s all in my head—which it isn’t. Alas, so much for keeping this lighthearted, huh?

Drove to Red Deer to drop off the dog because apparently she is not considered part of the family enough to attend the family reunion. Or maybe it was a facility rule, I dunno.

Attended the family reunion marking the century status of my paternal paternals immigration to Canada.  Yeah, my great grandparents bumbled their way across the Altantic a hundred years ago this month or something and now a whole bunch of their descendants think they own the damn place. Not so much me, I’d argue. But that’s a post for another day. Instead I’ll just say I spent the afternoon bitching and gossiping in the sunshine with my cousins. Yikes. 

Drove back to the city in the biggest damn not-quite-summer windstorm I’d ever seen, clouds of impenetrable dust blowing off the fields with people going half speed down the highway with their blinkers on at points.

Ran a lovely 10k morning run with the crew.

Filled a small concert venue with fellow orchestra-mates and a sold out house for our year end concert. Apparently there is potluck party tonight, but then our season is over until the fall and I have some violin maintenance to attend to.

Read. Read. Read. And finished another book. Review… eventually. 

And of course, listened to the wind which never really seemed to stop blowing all weekend.