Yesterday while getting ready to mow the lawn I heard some unfamiliar rumblings in the sky.
Suddenly, an F18 flew overtop of my head, low enough that I could identify it.
He came back a few times on his way to Lake Ontario, which is steps from my house. He spun and flipped around as I stood memorized gazing up at the sky.
I love the airshow! ❤️🇨🇦❤️
Typically in Toronto, the Canadian National Exhibition (CNE) marks the last long weekend of summer. The airshow is the crowning event of the weekend, and even people who don’t attend the fair get to enjoy the acrobatic display in the sky above our city.
But there is no fair again this year. We’re still dealing with this godforsaken virus…
I went to Twitter to check if the airshow is happening anyway and discovered it was. Friday was their practice day.
I’m excited! Now that I know I will plan walking Tucker down to the pebble beaches to watch the planes.
Canada’s Snowbirds usually end the show with their colourful formations. ❤️🇨🇦❤️
I scrolled twitter a bit to see if I could find a schedule and came across something that surprised me.
Quite a few people hate the airshow.
One person presumed everyone felt as she did and would, if she were the mayor of Toronto, vote to abolish the airshow.
I have massive respect for the men and women who fly planes, all planes. And I feel patriotic and filled with national pride when the airshow occurs on Labour Day weekend, just before school and hockey are set to begin again.
I don’t show my patriotic self very often; many Canadians are quietly proud of their country without need to express their ❤️ for 🇨🇦 with excessive flamboyance.
But I don’t care who knows it. Something about the airshow gets me a little giddy. 🥰
Note: I used to be a flight attendant – there will always be a soft spot in my heart for aviators and planes.
Anyway. The airshow is happening this weekend.😍 ✈️🛩️🧑✈️
September is a time of new beginnings, fresh starts, goal setting for me. Never did I consider January the beginning of anything… Even before I had kids in the school system, it was always September that felt like a fresh start.
I feel a life cycle closing and a new one beginning. A seismic shift in perspective has changed me in ways that are difficult to explain, but it’s all good. I know my chosen path on the fork in the road now.
I began my publication on Medium and slowly started trickling in some articles. Some are cross-posts from this blog, others are new material I’ve written specifically for Medium.
I stumbled a bit after I started in terms of what direction I want to take this publication in. My goal is to complete the set-up (almost done), keep writing fresh content (now that vacation times are coming to a close and routine returns this will be easier), and invite people to contribute.
You will need to create a Medium account to participate. You can create a free one which gives you unlimited opportunity to write and publish with some restrictions to reading content. There’s a limit to how many articles you can read with a free account. I used to worry about this thinking why do I need to pay to read?
Well, because many people who write have bills to pay and this is one method of supplementing their income. I signed up for one year at which point I will decide whether to continue or not.
Time will tell.
Meanwhile, I still need to create a submission page and outline the details about my publication If Not Now, When? so you know what to do if you choose to contribute.
I will let you know when it’s live.
I invite you to have a look around. Clap, if you like something, I’d appreciate the support. Here’s the link:
If you’re standing at the fork in the road in midlife, join me in exploring the next phase of life. Real stories about parenting teens, relationships, missed opportunities, empty nests, self-development, sexuality in midlife and more. https://medium.com/if-not-now-when
I love this season, the colours the climate, the harvest… 🍂🍃🍁🍎🍏🎃🍇🍁
So, what’s the plan for September?